Open the door now.
Go roll up the collar of your coat
To walk in the changing scarf of mist.
Tell your sins here to the pearl fog
And know for once a deepening night
Strange as the half-meanings
Alurk in a wise woman's mousey eyes.
Yes, tell your sins
And know how careless a pearl fog is
Of the laws you have broken.
by Carl Sandburg
I love this poem very much and wanted to put it in my book but could not because of copyright reasons. So here it is. This is for those who is not tired yet of my fog.