Fall Road

The autumn skies rang out with copper and gold,

Chimes to the ears of a traveler in lieu of a journey.

The steps taken were thick with resounding purpose,

A stroke of genius for the blatant wind to follow.

Every turn or change in direction from the start

Held a luscious thrill, for it was a rash decision

That such an anxious person was meant to make.

There existed no weary bone to slow the heart

Set on reaching that evening sky of copper and gold.