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.
FOG
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.
The fog moved on to Port Aransas!
I always liked that poem! I see fog out my window too- covering the hills. Nice image too!
Hi Carol! This is my favorite (one of them). Hope you are having a great day!
Love always,
Beckee