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)


2 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. The imagery in this poem is gorgeous. Please find time to read my poetry on Rain-Chimes, my poetry blog,

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