The long, winding road
Lies ahead of me
I can see off in the distance
But not around the bends along the way.
The scenery is inviting
The serene water of the lake
The mountains silhouetted against blue sky
Clouds that foretell no minacious weather
Now an empty road
I wonder, How many have traveled it
And ever twice?
Or were there regrets at the end
And empty promise.
Prompt: a non-rhyming poem (my choice) An ekphrastic, a poem derived from a photograph. This blog does not upload pictures. You must envision it.