FOG

 

There is something enchanting and beautiful about fog as well as something a bit eerie and frightening.   This time of year in the Ozarks we wake up to dense fog on many mornings.  The sun usually burns its way through in an hour or so but until it is gone we sometimes just sit back and enjoy.  And so the fog comes and the fog goes.

 

FOG

 

The fog comes

on like little cat feet.

 

It sits looking

over harbor and city

on silent haunches

and then moves on.

 

Carl Sandburg