Fog

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

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

 

by Carl Sandburg (1878-1967)

 

5 Responses to “Fog”

  1. telescoper Says:

    I posted this in response to reports of widespread fog across the UK. For the record, however, I should point out that here in Brighton it is bright and sunny…

  2. Phillip Helbig Says:

    Presumably there is fog in the North. Not the Midlands, the real North:

  3. The imagery in this poem is gorgeous. Please find time to read my poetry on Rain-Chimes, my poetry blog, http://drsmitasriwas280.wordpress.com/

    • Phillip Helbig Says:

      At first I thought she was referring to the lyrics of the Linisfarne song. 🙂

      Most links to other blogs in comments are spam or at least off-topic, but this links to actual poetry, so is somewhat relevant.

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