Creeping Fog

I had to think of Carl Sandburg when the fog came creeping into the Comox estuary a couple of days ago.


THE fog comes
on little cat feet.

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

First it came padding in from the ocean and filled the bay.


Then it reached out little wisps to test how far it wanted to continue.


Fortunately, like Sandburg’s cat, it didn’t stay too long.

28 thoughts on “Creeping Fog

      1. Pat

        Just remembered a time many years ago when some friends and I were coming home from a night in the city. It got foggy so we decided to pull over and wait for it to clear. When it did we found we’d stopped by a cemetery! Needless to say, we didn’t linger.

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  1. reocochran

    I missed this post and you are so good at acknowledging my own, I am so glad I found this one! I enjoyed the foggy covered valley photographs and the bluest sky with lovely, snow covered, mountain tops! Beautiful post and I am thankful I looked back to see if I missed anything!

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