The silence of the air is broken by the stuttering symphony of the clash of auto and road. The once clear sky is whisked with serene stratus formations.
In the valley of southern mountains Our hearts clasp at the dream of destination. A flannel-shirted fellow sighs in his lullabies, and hiking boot clad feet patter at the wisp of his slumber. Her sunny smile glitters in spite of the looming, grey peaks.
Simple joys of friends and serenity Paint our spring adventure
On our way to southern Colorado, I wrote this poem in the car with my friends. I rather enjoy it still.