Distance Disappears

Mist shines through the trees;
Sun and rain come together
Obscuring themselves.

 

The kitchen window
Frames the gray misty forest.
Squirrel trembles on branch.

The end of the road
Lies right in front of my face--
Distance disappears.

 

 Silhouetted gray
Bare trees stand against the mist
And melt into it.

 

 Lichen covered logs
Glow in the misty morning:
Beacon in the fog.

The stream of dead leaves
Cuts through the melting snow field
To join its sisters.

 

Arrows in the fog
Grow fainter around the bend;

Will they disappear?

 

Two bright yellow eyes
Creeping slowly up the road
Become a small car.