Slipping into the valley
on "little cat feet"*
the fog curved
sensuously
around over
every shape
Within the invisibility
it left behind
you could
almost
hear a feline purr
of satisfaction
* words from a Carl Sandburg poem
for Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads
18 comments:
Pretty poem, thank for sharing! I hope your day is great!
Such a breathtaking piece :D
Beautifully penned :D
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Great post- have a wonderful day Gail!
I like the way you have incorporated Sandburg's line into your own description of the fog.
That is just beautiful. I couldn't find a better way to describe fog.
Lynne x
The "little cat feet" caught my attention on my memory. Sandburg was a great poet.
I love this description of the fog!
That's lovely! I once lived in a place where the fog did just that. You've captured it well and the Sandburg quote is perfect. :)
Excellent imagery!
Excellent imagery!
Sandburg and T.S. Elliot both described the sensuous of the cat--as did you.
I love watching the fog roll through our valley . Nice poem and photo ! Thanks for sharing , Have a good evening !
Makes me wonder when was the last time I went out early to see fog.
Love this... yes, love the pitter-patter of that fog. :)
This made for a nice read, Gail. That purr was my old Mustang winding through the foggy hills.
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Fog is a subject worthy of a poem....magical !
I think your poem is very pretty. I like the original poem too.
Very vivid word painting!
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