Misty Blue Morn
Sandburg's
Fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
...
My Toronto misty fog
Settles in heavily
And engulfs with
Endless muffled silence.
...
I greet it with
Sad, solemn acceptance,
Return to bed
Harkening to voices
That have rendered
Misty Blue...
Mostly those women
Who have taught us
The Blues:
Etta James
Dorothy Moore
Ella Fitzgerald
Gladys Knight
And more recently,
Jann Arden.
The saddest I think, though,
Is this haunting version
from Van Hunt.
...
Go listen, and see
If you're not ready to crawl
Back under your own covers...
Until the Sun forces it's way
Through again and demands
We all return to Ecstatic Joy
Here: now and for always!
....
If this isn't nice, what is?
~Kurt Vonnegut, of course
