Driving at Daybreak - Autumn 2015

 

Each day, awakening;

emerging from the dim lit night,

rising up the Eastern slope -

My view, the patchwork quilt

of silver misted fields below.

 

As nature wakes, I rise again
upon the gently winding road,

through shades of grey or misty haze,

following dawn's golden glow,

up, over and down I flow.

 

Breathing in crisp morning air,

Ben Howard on the radio,
fresh flavours of new life laid bare,
I cannot help but smile,
to see the sunrise of my life
stretched out across the miles.
 

 

 

Autumn Responds

 

Morning's gold, no mist could tame.

No depth of darkness could remain.

As Autumn's warm glow creeps stealthily,

to claim each shrouded valley.

 

Responding to her regal presence,

trees turn to face her glory -

bronzing, floating, dancing leaves

sing of summer's story.