Sometimes I loose my blog. I don't know which one of us runs away, but it happens more than I'd like to admit. But today; so thick is the fog that the outside world has been caught in a pearl, and I found my blog.
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 pretty picture bySektordua  |
