Our spring is arriving in spits and spurts. There have been spring blizzards with accumulating snow. Another part of our spring is fog. It is unusual in Edmonton and could be due to the warming and cooling that has occurred.
In keeping with the slow arrival of spring and the fog, I wrote this poem. When we lived in Prince George, BC, fog was more common. The city is in a valley at the confluence of the Fraser and Nechako Rivers. Edmonton has fog around the North Saskatchewan River, but the valley is not the same.
In Prince George, if I drove out of the bowl, I looked back and saw the fog hanging over the city. Its lines were not clearly drawn, but blurred and uneven.
Look back into the valley’s bowl
The city evaporates,
Gray lines blur my vision.
The road ends at the next curve,
Below, the top of bridges;
Suspended on the still grayness.
Across the rivers,
Mills’ stacks and building tops peek out;
Heads hanging on a gray pillow,
Severed from the city’s body.
Image from A Place for Things is taken in Prince George.