A poetry interlude

March 9, 2013

Yesterday was foggy all day and every time that happens this little poem by Carl Sandburg is in my mind. I thought I’d share it along with a couple of snaps. One was taken in the morning, right before work, the other in the afternoon, straight after work.

The fog

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.


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