Fiber Friday

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

3 thoughts on “Fog Poem // Carl Sandburg // Fiber Friday”

rothpoetry says:

June 30, 2019 at 12:43 pm

One of my favorite poems! So few words that say so much!

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1. the pretty poems says:
  
  June 30, 2019 at 1:45 pm
  
  everytime i see fog i think of this poem
  
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  1. rothpoetry says:
    
    June 30, 2019 at 6:55 pm
    
    Yes, it is wonderful!
    
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