Pearls

Fog rolls out its soft moist filter
Gold leaves gleam
Wet sidewalks glow
Silver white cars release faint streams
I walk slowly
Afraid to shatter a pearl of a day

Last Week

the days stretch and fold
like fans against dry heat
my body yearns for fog
and drops of rain that fall relentlessly
for hours
the drops that fall here are too sparse to wash the dust from flowers