Poem: The Back Roads

I drive lonely back roads,
to simply enjoy the foliage more,

in my vintage automobile,
with classical music I do tour.

Alone with nature.
colorful leaves gently fall,

another season concluded,
the trees so very tall.

Sadness sometimes consumes me,
as I recall leaf peeping from the past,

family no longer with me,
only the memories do last.

Spending the time alone,
it is with nostalgia I now tour,

I drive lonely back roads,
to simply enjoy the foliage more.