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. –Carl Sandburg
Christmas Eve and where else would I be but the graveyard. This photo is from the historic Riverside Cemetery which happens to be one of my favorite spots. Not because I’m weird or anything (ok, maybe a little) but simply because it is a beautiful place full of a mixture of beautiful trees, flowers, grasses, and even cacti. The wonderful poem above is perhaps not as well known as Sandburg’s, “the fog comes in on little cat feet…” but it seems a bit more serious in tone.