Fog
The fog comeson little cat feet.It sits lookingover harbor and cityon silent haunchesand then moves on.By Carl Sandburg
This poem by Carl Sandburg could have been penned on a day just like Wednesday when we spent a few hours exploring the Carl Sandburg Home National Historic Site. It was a delightful morning and there will be more posts forthcoming but for today I wonder if Mr. Sandburg was inspired by fog that rolled into the home site on a similar day.
Perhaps Mr. Sandburg stepped out onto his porch to take in the view and instead of the mountains was greeted by a fog such as this. I can totally understand how Fog came to be written if this was the case.
Do you embrace foggy days or do they press in on you? Let me know in the comments and remember to Comment for a Cause.
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Leave a commentI’m not sure about the little cat feet with that fog though! Lol
How fitting this poem for your visit. I look forward to your future posts.
Fog is mysterious and intriguing. I wouldn’t want it all the time but once in awhile it is kind of cool. Your pictures are great and convey the feeling.
Perfect photos for that Sandburg poem. And I bet, his home fog from time to time truly did inspire his words.
eerily beautiful.
If I’m driving in the fog up 276 from South Carolina towards home, I definitely don’t embrace it! I instead embrace the steering wheel! 🙂
I enjoyed these peaceful pictures.
Fog makes some very nice pictures! I love fog except when driving. Good Morning!
Good morning! Driving down the mountain in fog is my least favorite thing to do. 🙂