Fall Riding----A Time of Transition
A Time of Transition
Crisp chill air layered by a blanket of blue.
Visions of laurel landscapes
dance in the recesses of my mind.
An un-restrainable urge to escape.
To answer the call of the distant blue-green mountains,
Resplendent in the colors of the turning leaves.
A ride down silent lanes through emerald fields
Studded with tall spires of fall foliage.
The misty mountain shimmer emerging between.
Massive ridges of ancient up-thrust rock.
Weathered and worn by time, wind and rain.
Softened by a blanket of green, turned golden-red.
Rolling hills giving way to mountain slopes.
Colors growing in intensity with each rising twist of roadway,
Up a water carved passageway to touch the sky.
Road-dancing through the fall splendor
The dark surface of the rushing mountain carver
Glimmers through the changing tree-hues.
Riding the skyline, in a place of transition
between heaven and earth,
where a man may tarry only a moment before descending.
For this is a place reserved for the Gods
A place of Gaea, and her magic, her wood lore and wonder.
A place of relevance and worship and wishing.
Wind swept vistas widen below, windows to the soul,
And the works of man that lay scattered below me
in the green-gold valleys, carved through the high rock.
A skyway passage revisited, time and time again
Forever the great renewer and re-enchanter
Of the heart and soul of a rider.
A place of transition, in transition;
The golden reward for the season past.
Fall returns and the forest prepares for sleep.
2004 ?® Jeffry LÔÇÖH. Tank
cool, autumn/riding poems? i'm in. hopefully bad poetry is allowed.
the road is winding
the cooler air
i'm not minding
after baking at
one hundred degrees
i simply can't wait
for that 70F freeze
much less posting
with you ladies and gents
i'm so excited
i've closed my vents!
now i'm out riding
through twists and through turns
thinking of only hot chocolate
not hot sunburns
on the roads of texas
through traffic i weave
on my face is a smile
i've still got green leaves
for you see, all you yankees
and folks in I-N
the peak riding season
is here once again
im not constantly watching
the temp gage with concern
instead i am briskly
setting up the next turn
and soon you'll be posting
trapped inside by the snow
'where is username?
where did he go?'
but i won't have time to read it
around the turns i will fly
i can't miss this weather
my november is your july!
behind my faceshield
a smile so wide
it's autumn, it's autumn
i've gone for a ride!