Poetry: Driving To Kentucky
Dear God, how awesome is your work!
As we drive through the rolling hills of Georgia and Tennessee,
the amazing canvass that you continuously create
unfolds before our very eyes, mile after never-ending mile.
Oh God, what fun you must have had.
Eyes ablaze with inspiration, sweeping color-laden brushes
across earth’s length and breadth,
perhaps an artist’s black beret perched askance upon your head.
And as the Muse’s smile spread over you face
you laid down all the vibrant hues of Fall.
(A touch of Michelangelo? Da Vinci? or Van Gogh?
You gave them all their talents Lord, thus you own their gifts.)
A rich and glowing riot of red and burnished gold
with blazing orange amidst patches of deep deciduous green.
Then here and there, as if to satisfy my passionate purple soul,
a bush or two in lustrous olive-violet or darkest aubergine.