Friday Morning on I-10 through the Louisiana Swampland

who doesn't like a good road trip poem?

 

Sunrise over the swamp,
cotton veils of morning
fog over the inland waters
rise in honor
of the morning sun.
We are shown a yellow-red
and violet sky, blooming
over the eastern horizon.

The crisp morning wind
awakens my skin and
I feast on the dawn.
The hum of tires over highway,
concrete sings to sunrise
and swamps, the morning reveille.

Trees, like ghosts of skeletons
reach up from the murky black
of the swamps abyss, grab
the cotton veil and hold it fast
until the morning sun takes it back.