In the early morn of departure,
a misty coolness entices the sleepy,
to the warm harbor of car seats,
to reinstate their abbreviated slumber.
They weave amongst belts, doors, and seats,
heads bobbing to the road rhythms,
the staccato beats of road work,
and expansion joint lullabies.
Waking later, the vacant stares,
admire the impressionist strokes,
of leaf and limb,
where colors deepen with elevation,
between twisted deciduous,
and tall pole pines.
The inner dryad,
imagines the mossy mattresses,
festooned with clusters of yarrow,
and the sunlight dapples,
of mid-afternoon senescence.
The acute-angled sun,
hints at evening adventures,
with new realms to be found,
Single steel blades,
cut parallel tracks,
across solid lake,
like northern Nasca lines.
Sweeping away the downy layer,
with windswept strides,
reveal multitudes of shiny spheres,
crystallized above the black beyond.
As if a slumbering beast,
might yield its time,
and seed the surface,
cracking the eggshell silence.
The crisp air brings craggy summits,
into hawk-eyed resolution,
by foggy exhalations.
The quiet solitude,
beckons the mind to dream,
with the warmth of inner aspirations,
tempered only by the cold.
About the Author: Jason de Koff is an associate professor of agronomy and soil science at Tennessee State University. He lives in Nashville, TN with his wife, Jaclyn, and his two daughters, Tegan and Maizie. He has published in a number of scientific journals, and has over 60 poems published or forthcoming in literary journals over the last year.