I am so alive at mid-morn

on this December day's drive,

sixteen miles of twisty bliss

through tree-lined roads

and California chaparral,

Oaks and pine fronds

shimmer like tinsel,

outstretched towards the sun.

The crisp sky is brillant,

cold and clear -

mistletoe taunts from sycamores

and the smell of cookies

rounds each curve.

Your hands rest comfortably on the wheel

as we near the wine country;

fence posts are donned with ribbon

and angels beckon us

to come and taste the fall's harvest,

embracing the season that is filled

with love.