Oh the giddy feeling
when my gas tank is full
possibilities seem endless
in winter up to mountains snowy
earmuffs, boots and heated gloves
my cheeks flushed with happiness
spring drives out to flat-lands
wildflowers in their blooming splendor
birdsong playing on surround
summer and the top is down
fragrance of freshly cut hay
sunshine on my shoulders
fall in my smallish city
aroma of chimneys and fire-pits
long walks, warm cider, s'mores with friends
In the dVerse Pub today, Sarah asks us to choose three things that make us happy and write a poem .. weaving in those three things.