fog and fall
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbour and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
-“Fog” by Carl Sandburg
September 27, 2007 in Being an Artist, Photography by Marja-Leena
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbour and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
-“Fog” by Carl Sandburg
September 27, 2007 in Being an Artist, Photography by Marja-Leena
© Marja-Leena Rathje 2004-2024
Brrr!
I love so many aspects of fog, despite the bone-chilling effect it can have. My favourite passage about fog is from Dickens’ Bleak House:http://dickens.ucsc.edu/searchworks/BleakHouse/BH1.html
Nothing else like it really…
Thanks for dropping by so faithfully, all of you! Fogs create some interesting moods, and Dickens really played that up – thanks for the link, Olga!
How good to see that poem by Carl Sandburg which I haven’t read for at least 50 years! It used to be a favourite.
Oh, that’s great, Joe!