Fog Roads

Around the stuff I think of

(the stuff of worlds to me) 

Appears the fog -

The fog ahead

As cars outstretch their eyes -

It falls on trees by roads

(and yellow grass) 

To hide the wondrous worlds

(these wondrous worlds I see)

By whiteness pure and endless.

Reviews

[Rye]

This is really good, I enjoyed this write a lot