Saturday, May 10, 2008


The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

(Words by Carl Sandburg)


Kangamoo said...

I saw that poem in a poem garden up in Seattle just this last week and told Julianne that it was in reference to SF. Funny I should see it again with pictures to go with it so soon. I will have to share with my daughter again.

lillinda said...

This is one of the first poems I ever had to learn from memory. Love your photos.