Oct 10, 2005 23:29
Sunday Drive
Sitting in the car
the engine purrs around the turn
sitting by your side, your hand in mine.
Dusk approaches just beyond
the incandescent hill strung with vibrant hues
red and gold tangled with evergreen needles of pine and fir.
At the foot
intrenched in rivers edge
magenta splash of decadence glows bright in fading rays of day.
Whispering winds sway pinkish hands
gray arms reach through the breeze offering a lowly song
of youthful spring days gone and hot summer sun dancing on fingertips of garden green.
Colors change from healthy supple green
to searing burnt maroon of autumn decay as hands sway shakes
falling leaf upon the breeze inevitably will reach crusty sorrel dying terrain beneath.