Summer Squall

During minor drizzle, damp chaparral
steams, spews ghostly vapors.
 
Stunted ridge top oaks become
mere suggestion, sheer apparitions.
 
Mist rises over golden pasture where
sodden black steers miserably circle.
 
Stellar jays screech disapproval,
vanish like wraiths into vague forest.
 
A white sky glows; stray fog congeals
into translucent cloud shreds.

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