Winding roads fade away,
As the journey begins,
In the rear view mirror.
The vanishing mirages
Swallow the distance
To the destination and
The miles make markers.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Winding roads fade away,
As the journey begins,
In the rear view mirror.
The vanishing mirages
Swallow the distance
To the destination and
The miles make markers.
Love how the depiction of a rear view mirror draws excitement for the journey ahead!
I enjoyed this poem, too – the sense of moving forward and marking the miles as one goes…