Fog

The fog comes on little cat feet,

It sits looking over harbor and city

on silent haunches and then moves on.

I love foggy mornings and this Friday morning was so foggy, I immediately thought of my favorite Carl Sandberg poem “Fog”  It was in my very first poetry book ” The Golden Picture Book of Poems To Read and To Learn”  copyright 1955, and I cherish it.

Have a Wonderful Weekend!

Go Gators!

 

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