Driving.
Past patchwork scenes
of corn fields and silos.
Past grazing cows
and ripe orchards,
green grassy fields
and early fall foliage.
Passing time with conversation
and comfortable quietness.
The road is straight,
The sky, open before us.
The travel, not paced,
The hours, unwound.
Ashley Garofalo
Copyright 2011
Tags: car travel, driving, poem, poetry, timelessness, travel, travel poem





I like “patchwork scenes” and the last two lines!