Kelly Cressio-Moeller: A favorite poem

Fog
by Carl Sandburg

“Fog” represents important firsts for me. I was in first grade when my teacher read it to our class. It’s my first conscious memory (as I pieced together later) of free verse poetry, metaphor, and imagery. At the time, I loved how its tone made me feel: quiet, peaceful, a bit mysterious. I have vivid memories of looking at nature and weather differently after hearing it. Years later, I appreciate how Sandburg deftly conveys a metaphor for life? death? fear? within 6 short lines, a gentle reminder of how we, too, will move on.

Kelly Cressio-Moeller, 44
Stay-at-home Poet
San Jose



Fog

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

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


Carl Sandburg
1878-1967

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One response to “Kelly Cressio-Moeller: A favorite poem

  1. That is such a pleasant, long time ago memory,..the first line of Carl Sandburg’s poem, FOG…”little cat feet”. I have never forgotten it and I graduated high school in 1968, so it brings back wonderful memories of learning haiku and writing evocative poetry as an inquisitive child and then a young woman. It is such a different, creative thought process than fiction and journal writing. Thanks for the memories.

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