The Fog
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on……Carl Sandburg
Perhaps it’s merely because the poncho comes from Mooncat Izumo that this outfit reminds me so much of my favorite Carl Sandburg poem. Of course, some of that impression also comes from the gradients of gray in the skirt that recall a foggy sky. However, when I put this on, I immediately thought of Chicago and the marvelous Carl Sandburg.