October 13, 2007
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SANDBURGIAN
Around eleven or so,
Fog remaindered in the river valley,
Made skyscrapers misty you know,
But of sun and brightness my mind has a tally.Winter presaged,
What is to come,
Can't be dodged,
Dreaded by some,
But here will be lodged,
For a time, 'twill be bum.
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As I snapped this pic this AM, Carl Sandburg's words recurred in my memory - - - - - QUOTE:FOG
The fog comes on
little cat feet.It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.Carl Sandburg said much in a modicum of words with nary a rhyme.
Earlier our fog sat on silent haunches making navigation difficult, and was in the process of moving on as we went townward.Life is truly good.
Comments (9)
I ran into fog in one place near the river on my way to swim yesterday morning but I was into and out of it quickly.
I love the fog here that rises from the mists that settle in the valley..cattle hiding in it, a fox almost underfoot...wonderful magic. And yes, little cat feet...
Very interesting reminder as I just got done watching (on PBS) the role of fog in the sinking of the Andrea Doria.
Another lovely poem from you, Doug, as well as image to go with it.
Your poem is well evokating , Doug ;
BTW do you live in a tower or in a flat located in a building of average size or in a house ?
There was mist too here in Amiens this Sunday morning
In friendship
michel
Sandburg's stuff remains brilliant - and so fully "American writing" - of course, your stuff is might good as well.
Fog can be spooky at times, and we do get fog thick here. When driving , difficult to say the least. Yet it does indeed come on cats feet and steal silently away. Have a good week .
"on cats feet." But I also like your "fog remaindered." That is what it do
I love your picture fog is a fun thing to photograph. Carl Sandberg did have a way with words but so do you Doug. Judi
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