immediately, i thought of carl sandberg's "the fog" and crept outside on the deck to watch this morning transform....
....as the sun burst through, slowly but surely, to banish the soft folds of gray to the mountains to the east...but then, what a discovery....
my own fog-cat curled in the outdoor chair to share the cool, damp quiet with me...
[so beautiful, isn't she? she's the neighbor's but clearly likes me more ;)]
The Fog
by Carl Sandberg
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
I have always loved that poem and the neighbors' cat is the "purr"fect illustration.
ReplyDeleteI think this blog design suits you - I love the polkadots! (I would)
I love you, too.