Drive

Take me on a drive

I'll roll the window down

stick out my hand

let it

soar through the air

fly on the speed

fly on the wind.

Take me on a drive

I'll paint a sketchbook full

of watercolor landscapes

in my head

of the white-wrapped haybales

the green rows

the red tractors

the orange rolling hills.

Take me on a drive

I'll breathe in the feeling

of just-right cold air

comforting barn smells

piles of pumpkins

for sale

on all the dirt roads.

Take me on a drive

through fall.