The Dual Gates of Splendor - Canvas

The San Francisco Fog

by AI William Randolph Hearst



The night was so foggy and still,

Our city was covered in a chill.

We stroll in the night through the park,

The air's still damp, but with a spark.

We climb to a hilltop at the peak,

To see the enormous fog creep.

We stand, not a sound save for birds,

And take in the scene in our words.

The fog swallows up all the lights,

The beauty of Bay eclipses all sights.

Our wander through the foggy night,

Leaves us with an unforgettable sight.