Country roads...

Mists shrouding woods as i drive by

Hurrying on my way past

Dulling the colours of fall that are starting to 

peek 

through 

the 

green 

canopy

Hues of amber, emerald, orange and rust

Rain washing away the dusts of the season

Bringing freshness to a season of hibernation

Now falling lightly, trippingly, teasingly

Then falling hard, deluging, soaking

And in the mists, spears of yellow goldenrod

bring sunshine to a gray day

Swatches of red sumac spearing through the gloom

I love fall, the miracle of dying away of the old self 

And the promise of new life

Seeds to be culled and harvested, preserved and hoarded

To bring green shoots in the dark earth come spring