Carl Sandburg. 1878–It rained last night and I thought of this poem especially when I fed our cat.
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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Wonderful poem – It creates a wonderful word picture of the fog. I absolutely love the description of how it comes on little cat feet.
Thanks. That is one of my favorite poems. I have taken your suggestion for Monday and will post a Part I of my mom’s journals from the Catskills. She had a wonderful sense of humor. I will also post some of her recipes.
Beautiful photos and poem!
And the green’s look happy 😊
Perfect choice with Carl Sandburg poem. You gardens are just delicious, and certainly make for beautiful photos. Thank you. 🎄
Thank you. Most of our garden has died right now and we are rebuilding.
Yes, Jacqueline…They do, they do, and do.