Poem - A day in November

November in the Blue Ridge

 1.

blue ridge 

called me today.

come. let me refresh you.

tress of gold, brisk air, winding roads

yes! please.

2.

autumn afternoon

city behind

mountains ahead

rolling skyline

blue ridge

ethereal beauty

copious gratitude

3.

i drove

until it

got dark

until the

earth spun

away from

the sun

4.

i drove the byways

ignoring the express ways

extending my time

in rolling hills on slow lanes.

my reward - tree tops of gold.