Reds and yellows, brown and greens

Sun caressing on an autumn day

Cool air, crisp and clean

Traveling the open roads

Birds , flying over head call out

River sparkles and passes under the bridge

Seeking the sea

An old man waves hello

Is he thinking of younger days?

Onward on black pathway

Farther ,farther from home

Sun is setting, cool air turns cold press onward to nowhere

For no reason to be told

But freedom to do so