how many times have I driven down a country road
windows down, taking in the fresh clean air on a fall day
some years past, I even road a Honda Gold Wing
and experienced the countryside in a brand new way
no matter the method of travel
the experience was always the same
I longed to explore down the unpaved roads
towards the farms and small hamlets
we discovered along the way.
sometimes I did, but often, the lure of what was around the bend
kept us on the secondary highways…, and soon that barely visible lane,
was but a memory.
Before it’s too late, and the snow has covered up the trails
I’d like to go and explore, to rediscover
the smell of freshly turned earth, hay being harvested
even the spreading of manure.
Not all the leaves are on the ground yet,
there is still a myriad of colour
for the artist to discover
best of all, the trees will be showing their form
their bark, their broken torn or twisted limbs
sculptures like no other. no longer
will their dramatic shapes be hidden or concealed
by their cover of showy summer foliage.
when we cross the bridge, should we turn left or right
let’s take the road, that has no end in sight
this is our moment, our time
let us make it sublime
namaste – oyashikiri