The Last Stretch

Driving on this deserted highway.

bitter air bites loneliness

surrounding snow casts

a dull silver overcast 

shadows blur my vision

stealing the monotonous scene 

these miles of boring straight road

I fall into my mind's eye

    to a misty memory

bits and pieces

  once clear now appear vague

yet~a sweet hazed

picture of you..

waiting by green garland

  and red glowing lights

comes into view

 

soon the hush of evening

will rush in~ blushing darkness

with snowflakes~in the distance

as I drive the last stretch...

                  and

I'll be there with you tonight

Reviews

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

"I fall into my mind's eye
to a misty memory
bits and pieces
once clear now appear vague"
Thanks for taking us on your beautiful reverie, lyrical, tender, with imagery evocative of travel "home" during the holidays. This poem/song warmed my heart.

[Fran Marie]

Thanks Annette; for your lovely review
I s o appreciate your words

[Throwing Romeo]

Kindred poet
Your Romeo
awaits and
dinners a cookin~

[Fran Marie]

Thanks for reading
I appreciate your words😊

[Einstein Noodle]

Oh what a scene my friend ... the snow at night .. driving home .. if the wind is small enough it is so quiet, serene and yes .. maybe a bit haunting ... i spent all my adult years living in SD and I know that road well ... even I 90 can become deserted during a storm ... i feel the warmth inside that car .. growing from knowing its the last stretch .. soon I'll be home where family hold the hearth's heat ... mmmmmmm really enjoyed "The Last Stretch", Fran ..thanks for sharing!
E.

[Fran Marie]

Thanks dear E..so very much
I appreciate your reviews on my
poetry..hope you are doing well😊

[Einstein Noodle]

i am very well, thank you very much .. and my wish is for you, the same :) hugs for Christmas my friend!

[Fran Marie]

and a very Merry Christmas
to you😊

[Cerise]

How beautifully you have portrayed a vision ....well done...

[Fran Marie]

Thanks Cerise
so much for reading

[Chris Shaw]

I was with you on this journey. A long, cold winter drive, but the reward at the end of it, surely filed with warmth. From your memory bank. Lovely write Fran.

Chris

[Fran Marie]

Thanks Chris ..so much
appreciate your kind review

[light and ashes]

This is beautiful and well written, filled with warm holiday feeling.

[Fran Marie]

Thanks Light do very much
I so appreciate your kind review

[light and ashes]

You are very welcome.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sometimes I still have certain people in mind whom I miss...and this reminds me of past relationships, especially one...I drove Many miles on route 57 to get back up to her in Lockport.
flat, flat boring road...nothing to see except the snowflakes and me cautiously driving in my
little Rambler American. Memories triggered by your poem....
I hope you were safe during the storms Friday night.
so much damage....frightening and sad.
j.

[Fran Marie]

Thanks Jacob for your kind thoughts and
words on this one..yes sad the tarnado ripping through KY and other states too
it hit in Bowling Green ky..SW of Paris ky..we only. had some heavy rains
Paris KY is more north 90 miles south
of Cinti Ohio..we were lucky..

[Mauricio Montoya]

It's a beautifully piece, it made think of my travels the good and the bad along with sorrow but I was blessed with hope and now I thank mother earth and father sky for the beauty that surround us. I like it, it could be a traveler creed. Thank you for sharing.

[Fran Marie]

Thanks Mauricio so much
appreciate your kind review
yes mother earth and father
sky..such surroundings of
beauty ..and blessings we have

[Gee]

This reminds me of driving from our home in England to Scotland to be with my wife's family at Christmas, usually putting Chris Rea( could be misspelled) on the CD to listen to " driving home for Christmas " as we made the 400 mile journey on traffic jammed motorways.
Enjoyed your words Fran Marie.
Good morning

[Fran Marie]

That's a long way to drive for sure
thanks Gee for your review..glad
you could relate..

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Fran .. the last stretch of a Journey at Christmas time.. is like a Butterfly who has reached a destination guided by a Star. Wise Men and women travel where destiny cradles the Heart 💜 and Soul of divine Love… Amen Pat

[Fran Marie]

Thanks Pat..for your lovely review
I s o appreciate your kind words

[Patricia Wedel]

Good morning Fran… Kindness is like a Kettle of Tea leaves where friends gather to fill their Cups with hot tea by a warm Fire of Friendship… tenderly, Pat