a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Fog

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:

eileeninmd said...

Pretty poem, thank for sharing! I hope your day is great!

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Such a breathtaking piece :D
Beautifully penned :D

Lots of love,
Sanaa

Terri @ Coloring Outside the Lines said...

Great post- have a wonderful day Gail!

Kerry O'Connor said...

I like the way you have incorporated Sandburg's line into your own description of the fog.

Sketching with Dogs said...

That is just beautiful. I couldn't find a better way to describe fog.
Lynne x

Linda Kay said...

The "little cat feet" caught my attention on my memory. Sandburg was a great poet.

Mama Zen said...

I love this description of the fog!

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

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. :)

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Excellent imagery!

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Excellent imagery!

Susan Kane said...

Sandburg and T.S. Elliot both described the sensuous of the cat--as did you.

Country Gal said...

I love watching the fog roll through our valley . Nice poem and photo ! Thanks for sharing , Have a good evening !

Lux G. said...

Makes me wonder when was the last time I went out early to see fog.

Marian said...

Love this... yes, love the pitter-patter of that fog. :)

Jim said...

This made for a nice read, Gail. That purr was my old Mustang winding through the foggy hills.
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Cressida de Nova said...

Fog is a subject worthy of a poem....magical !

Farm Girl said...

I think your poem is very pretty. I like the original poem too.

Rommy said...

Very vivid word painting!

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