Soaring

Driving up the mountain. Temp
sixty-four degrees, the sun filters

through the trees and lands on my
white car as a rainbow of color. Leaves

swirl down around me, changing as
they prepare for the October art show

that encompasses these mountains, turning
the green canvas into shades of orange.
Corn stalks, scarecrows, and pumpkins

everywhere. Pastels and whites
of the golfers to the left, one

with his head raised soaking in
the sun and cool breeze on his face,

"Freedom" playing on the CD and I am...
soaring.