My Live Wire Poem by Michael Fischer

As we drive away from the arenaceous beach,
The tired sun sets in the rearview,
Airbrushing the surrounding sky
With a lemon yellow twist,
Forming a motley marriage between
The lambent and tenebrous tones.

As way make our way past the countryside,
The autumn wind shakes the envy
From every lonely leaf,
While the pacts of birds make their swan song
And you, with your burnished brown legs,
Bridge the gap between the seat and dashboard.

And as the polychrome day sails off
Into its wonderful mist-filled dream,
You turn toward me, smiling,
Radiating the excitement
Of a child on Christmas morning,
Topping it off with a blissful kiss.

'O you may have wore Mother Nature out;
But you'll have to do more than that to take me out! '