Fog

by Carl Sandburg

The fog comes in

on little cat feet.

It sits looking

over harbor and city

on silent haunches

and then moves on.

April 9, 2007

Maggie and Millie and Molly and May

by e.e. cummings

maggie  and milly and molly and may

went down to the beach (to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang

so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles, and

millie befriended a stranded star

whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing

which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:  and

may came home with a smooth round stone

as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)

It’s always ourselves we find in the sea

April 23, 2007

April Rain Song

by Langston Hughes

Let the rain kiss you.

Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.

Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk.

The rain makes running pools in the gutter.

The rain plays a little sleep-song on our roof at night—

And I love the rain.