Wednesday, October 10, 2012

The Fog...


The fog comes
 on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

~~ Carl Sandburg

9 comments:

Cloudia said...

Quite lovely - come to my place tomorrow to see VOG



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DJan said...

I have always loved that poem. And we have been having fog every morning until quite late. I enjoy it.

Sextant said...

I love the fog. I have a theory that people retain a genetic memory for their ancestral home. I love fog and rain and I remembered the guys at work of Italian heritage moaning about the lack of sunshine.

Alicia said...

I love the fog as well, but we have really ugly fog here in the valley called Tule River Fog and it's so dangerous to drive in, especially with all the idiots that don't care that you can't see or hear anything and they drive like bats out of hell!

but if I can just stay home under a warm blanket and stare out at it it's my favorite kind of weather!

Paula Slade said...

One of my favorite poets!

PinkPanthress said...

I so do love Fog!
It is best, when I am not even able to see the neighbouring house across the street properly. :)

P.S.: I like the photograph just as much as the poem. Lovely.

rustyduck said...

I'm surrounded by trees and near a river. Watching mists and fog swirl around is quite magical. The poem sums it up well.

muthu said...

hmhm.... poignant ....