The seagull through fog Silent, airy, wing — wing stepsFainter, fainter, gone
Blanket of wide cloud — That gray could be so lovely Embracing that tree
And Memories
This long and windingcountry lane of memoriesforeshortened by fog
The seagull through fogSilent, airy, wing — wing stepsFainter, into white
One bark, many chirpsThe fog is dense this morningVoices carry well