Fall In Virginia

Turning into this winding driveway,
brings me home from the dreary highway.
Breezy trees, green grass, fresh air,
chase my worries and relieve my cares.
Crisp fire smells swirl up my nose,
while leaves hustle dance as the wind blows.
An October sky fills the windshield view,
oranges and reds scattered over blue.
Stillness settles into these city bones again,
No room for stress in this place of Zen.
Happy chirping fills nature starved ears,
Squirrels crunching, rustling, and kissing deer.
No token, no ticket required,
To take a seat and be inspired.
Here in my Mecca my arms find a tree,
This is the place a soul is free.