Fog

8 Jan

Weekends at our house are usually chaotic and busy. Racing around food shopping, driving kids here and there, cleaning, laundry and various other chores ad nauseum!

This weekend was much quieter, laid back, slow-moving. Enjoyable. It was grey, dreary and raining. (Usual January weather for the Wet, er, West Coast.) A little bit of fog creeping in here and there. Which made me think of one of my most favourite poems.

Fog

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

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

~ Carl Sandburg

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One Response to “Fog”

  1. db johnston January 8, 2012 at 11:08 am #

    I’ve always loved the imagery of that poem.

    Like

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