FOG
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
My mom loved this poem by Carl Sandburg, so I thought I'd share it in view of yesterday's foggy start. Took this shot at about 6:30 am through my bathroom window.
Foggy morning! |
What a cute poem. The picture came out great!
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