Updated: Dec 11, 2020
Alone on the road, like a bird flying south
for the first time, not knowing how high or far
weary wings shall carry on the wind.
Families noticed traveling toward
a lifetime of memories.
Postcards beyond compare capture warmth
for all seasons.
Wanderlust second guesses the need
for another distant sunset.
As the search for the perfect pasture continues,
tree covered, green fields are a blur.
Unknown destinations fade into familiar havens
of caring friends and laughing children.
Winding roads under blue skies, beckon the heart,
for there is no rest for the soul
of a traveling man.
Calls of a mistress, cruel but sweet,
all in one torrid breath, are sensed,
soaring high above a nest craved so desperately.
Wishing Winter's chilling bite,
would turn into Spring's crisp breeze,
carrying lost souls, to a place called home.
Timothy Michael DiVito c1996