The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
This is so beautiful and peaceful, Susan.
Thank you Kate.
LOVE FOG- one of the hardest things to paint!
I can imagine it is! Thank you for visiting!
what a lovely poem to go with such a great image. Fog is so cool and mysterious, this very morning my neighborhood was filled.
i love this…can almost feel it. beautiful.
I adore the fog; always have. I find it very comforting. I see you’re also a fan of Carl Sandburg
Yes, big fan of both fog and Carl Sandburg!
Great poem with a great photo.
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