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.