Thursday, January 27, 2011

On silent haunches


The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

     Fog
         Carl Sandburg


While the East Coast is digging out from underneath a record-breaking blanket of snow, in our little corner of the Northwest we've been dealing with filtered sunshine, persistent fog, at least for now. The cul-de-sac evergreen matrons have even taken on an eerie chic. 



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