On My Golden Back Roads

On my golden back roads Both sides of my road are clothed in gold, Swaying trees carrying their autumn splendor, And golden petals are floating gracefully to the ground. Fragrant leaves cover the lane, Rustling under my feet as I kick them Into the heavily scented fall air. Here and there brilliant reds Break up the sunny yellow expanse, And purple asters cluster in between, Accentuating the bold color celebration. On my right, I pass a white donkey grazing peacefully, While a seriously pedaling bicyclist Exchanges a smile and a wave with me. Firewood, waiting for those colder days, Is stacked on porches decorated with fat golden pumpkins. I take a deep, satisfying breath of air, Filled with fall scents and fall joy, And smile.