The Road Ahead
The road ahead,
opens up before me,
suddenly, wide and wondrous and untraveled;
The trees rise high, stretching, inching higher,
touching the sky and unseen horizon.
It is a blend of indescribable color,
flowing profusely in the path along the way.
The air is thick with the incense of fall,
dry leaves and burning, outdoor fires
hanging in the air.
The scent is of a changing season,
a bow, respect, a genuflection
in awe of God's superior gifts.
The roads less traveled awaits,
setting in place a path,
an unplanned journey to newness.
Breathe in the color hues of reds, oranges, yellows,
brushed and painted lovingly
with all the signs of autumn.
The scent of change,
take the ride
set by the hands of God.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
