2015—Silent Haunches

Carl Sandburg’s poem “Fog” came to mind Sunday morning when I looked out at the dense mist enveloping my neighborhood. It stayed for a while, then moved on.


The fog comes
on little cat feet.

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

I think this photo depicts the “silent haunches” part.


3 thoughts on “2015—Silent Haunches

  1. Hi Carol! This is my favorite (one of them). Hope you are having a great day!
    Love always,

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