Love Poem for Fog
Towering firs stand suspended
within your moist arms, needles weeping
tears to the ferned earth below.
The path dreamily disappears,
swallowed into your misty mouth.
My imagination drifts beyond
the luxuriant waterfall fringed
by hazy waves of softened gray.
Rivers flow sleepily, tranquilly
into your indistinguishable silhouette.
The opaque view echoes Oriental paintings
where fog obscures landscape
leaving imagination to fill it in
like a mysterious puzzle.
Eyes strain to visualize what is hidden
Within the shadowy display.
Ancient worlds lay beyond your quiet curtain,
worlds where bow and arrow existand imagination is ascribed upon stone.