Fog
"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 has thickened as we wait to see what winter storm Jaxon brings to our part of the Midwest.
Carl Sandburg's poem about fog is one of the earliest I remember discussing. It was read by my grade school teacher when I was ten or eleven and then we talked about how the writer had compared the fog to a cat.
I think I already loved poetry, but talking about what the poem meant and the images it prompted was something new. I've never forgotten the lesson, nor the poem.
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