I suppose we all read this one, at some time during our school years. There is something to be said though, for rising at 6:30 a.m. and living it.
Fog
Carl Sandburg - 1878-1967
The fog comes
on little cat feet
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
until it moves on.
16 comments:
I love that!
The fog comes on little cat feet- magic words!
He proved that simple words say it best.. Love that....little cat feet. And nice spider web. Sure hate to walk through one, though. Winter cometh.
I LOVE this poem. I LOVE your pictures. As a matter of fact, it's foggy today where I am. Of course, I don't have a dory in front of my house, but the soy bean fields are popping with dew and there's deer on the tree line.
Why yes it does! I remember this poem - here's one back at you :
The Red Wheelbarrow
by William Carlos Williams
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.
How timely since we have had so many foggy days lately. Here's to wishing the fog will soon lift.
Beautiful words and excellent pics. You rock, Liza. I am jealous of your photographer's eye. :-)
Carl Sandburg's home is a 30 minute drive from me. He was awesome.
Darn it, we don't see much in the way of fog in landlocked Atlanta, but where I grew up, we were shrouded in it quite frequently, and I really miss it. Thanks for posting the super foggy pics and my favorite foggy poem.
Gorgeous fog fotos, Liza. I love that last one with the splash of red, haunting.
Also adore the poems posted by you and Jan. *sigh*
I love all these photos but that last one is gorgeous!
But your photos are even better!
I adore fog. I love how it hovers, just like in your poem.
,,,fog,,,,yes,,the fog, I like fog,,(if i am not drivin,)
Beautiful! But I agree with Alex.
Miss those New England fogs, I do! :D
Lovely! Looks the same in NH this morning!
Oh thank you for reminding me how much I loved that!
Your pictures are lovely, reminds me of the Cape.
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