on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
The poem Fog by Carl Sandburg is one of my most favorite things. It pretty much sums up the day ... I mean, just look at the furry face above. And how about those striped leggings ... Santa sure knows fashion!
BTW ... One of the coolest holidays I took, by my Tarty self, was to Asheville, North Carolina. Yes the beauty of nature was captivating, but I most enjoyed Carl Sandburg's home there. It was the type of cottage where you could imagine quietly reading a book or writing one maybe. Lovely place.
Sleepy holiday smooches,
The Tart
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4 comments:
There's nothing like cozying up with a kittie (well, almost). I love the CS poem you chose, and I also love the pic & poem below. Happy New Year Ms. Tart! I hope this year brings you much joy:)
xx carla
Happy New Year, Tart! I love Ashville, too...didya' also tour the Biltmore?
(oh...I also remember having a coffee in that double decker bus turned coffee shop.)
That poem is lovely, Tartie!
Just wanted to say happy new year from a very hot South Africa. I hope you have a fantastic year.
happy new year smooches to you!
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