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 hay bales,
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.
Posted in response to the challenge PAST CONTESTS: Autumn '24: Writing. See Award Winners and All Submissions.
Comments
This is like driving through the entire experience of fall! I can almost smell it, and feel my hand out the car window! You've conjured up all the right images and scenery to evoke the proper essence of the season.
Thank you!
The imagery in this poem is fantastic! You captured the feeling of fall in such beautiful way. Good job!
Thank you!
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