foggy road
The snow has melted on the roads. It’s been replaced by a cold, misty fog covering everything in a shroud of gray. The trees are stark and bare in winter’s cold stare. The fog creeps in like a cat.
I think of this poem as I look out at the road.
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Fog Related Poem
By Carl Sandburg
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
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