For those of you who may be wondering why all the poems, I’m posting a poem a day for the month of December in memory of my mother, Anne (aka Minerva), who loved poetry. This has been a time-consuming project; it has sometimes taken hours to decide which poem to choose and how to display it. But then, I’ve read a lot of poetry in the process, which cannot be a bad thing.
Fog
by Carl Sandburg
THE fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
One of my favorites!
Great photo!!!!