The sky was the softest blue <br />scattered clouds painted on a canvas <br />stretched out before me <br /> <br />Michelins slapped time with <br />the black asphalt highway <br />as I drove the familiar two lane <br /> <br />an invisible wind danced <br />a slow waltz with fall as crisp <br />leaves swayed in crimson and gold <br /> <br />an old sand road, well worn with <br />previous visitors carried me to <br />where we left you not long ago <br /> <br />reflections in the depth of the <br />black granite echo my tears <br />as I finally say Good bye.<br /><br />Deb Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reflections-79/
