Thursday, January 19, 2023

Morning Stillness


The fog comes 
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
Over harbor and city
On silent haunches
And then moves on.

Carl Sandburg

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

Wrapping itself round
barn and meadow
It stretches,
And then moves on.

(with apologies to CS.)



 

5 comments:

Anvilcloud said...

Well played

Barbara R. said...

I love yours, including a photo that accurately describes the poem, though which came first is a question. Methinks the fog.

Sandra Parshall said...

Lovely.

Marcia said...

I like your version.

jennyfreckles said...

Beautiful photos. Nice to be high enough to look down on the fog. Here I am stuck right in it today!