rolling through the countryside
wind whipping your hair about
autumn and still the heat rises
after the passing days’ storm
yellow and green and blue and
the scents from the festival tents
dotting the open field, hidden
treasures and October pleasures
past grassy hills and fields down
into the cottonwood canyons moving
silence, consuming the day, filling
lungs with expectation past melancholy
even as the desert blooms.

Sedonia - Arizona Wine Country