Ice Storm in Toronto (with Carl Sandburg)
by Steven McCabe
We could say the ice arrives leaping like a cat.
And the cat silently contemplates windows and branches
before moving on.
Fog by Carl Sandburg: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/174299
One question I would ask Carl Sandburg, whose answer would intrigue me greatly: Baudelaire or Scarborough Fair?