Day 155 — Fog — Haibun Journey Beauty Each Day
Today’s beauty come in a light morning fog. It is not thick enough to cause problems, but just enough to cast a hazy cover on the neighborhood. I immediately think of Carl Sandburg’s poem “Fog”
Fog
Carl Sandburg
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
This was one of the poems that got me started on a life long love for poetry.
