I wile away the long hours –
perpetual passenger –
lens posed for interesting capture:
Why, why, why, asks the overpass,
echoing my own impatience.
In Louisiana, the highway roars –
miles and mile of concrete straddling
waterways, an amazing sight.
My camera and I observe as Spring
reverses itself, green fading to Winter’s
barren aftermath, the familiar landscape
of Ontario’s farmlands welcoming us home.
(For Lens-Artists Challenge: Something Different.)