January
06
Some Foggy Stuff
FOG by Carl Sandburg
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
When he was feeling a little more wordy than that, Carl Sandburg also wrote
PEARL FOG
OPEN the door now.
Go roll up the collar of your coat
To walk in the changing scarf of mist.
Tell your […]