The Morning Drive
The suns rays are piercing the clouds
The dew of the grasses of green
Are reflecting the mirror finishes
Of the crisp morning......
As I see
The sun breaks through the clouds
Rays of sunshine are in the valley.....
The distant mountains to my left
Are in darkness
Of colored greys
And of fogs of white......
The mountains to my right
Are of sun and blue skies
Trees of gold and green
With reds showing.here and there.....
The misty morning sun
Working it's magic
The roads ahead
Have leaves of golden colors
Laying their blankets
Toward the ground.......
The trees baring their limbs
With the sights of nested squirrels
Which are at home
With their gathered nuts
Straw for warmth
For what's to come...............
Michael VanDyke @ 2015
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