road signs

drive north towards

deadline, cross border 

where spring snow

salts the treeline

dusted dry

cold snaps break

rosy glasses brittle

but we go forward

at speed, at will

with the brights on

absent light reminders of

directionless pursuit.

Reviews

[Distant horizons]

Superb.

[Layla Anne Massaro]

We should always follow road signs to attain the right paths. A fine piece of writing. Keep it up!

...Layla...