Tim Tipton

Alone on the Road

On a January night

I am in a car staring out the window, stranded.

Somewhere outside Sedona

I called for help, but nobody is around to aid me.

There is nothing around me but the beauty of nature

and the shadow of solitude.

I stare out the window,

The night sky is my companion.

The clouds suspend loosely over the plain

silent in the moonlight.

No beginning, no end.

My eyes choke on darkness.

I am disconnected.

bound by nothing.

not even time.

At the wheel

The Loneliness of the road

Serenity of a California night

Broken yellow lines

Seeing in the dark

No cars, some cars

The sanctity of headlights

The comfort of the Texaco gas station with its

Neon lights and Dr. Pepper logo

Passenger window opened to catch the wind on my face.

Crisp Autumn Nights

I step outside the

house and greet the six o'clock sky.

My favorite time of day when

daylight loses its color,

Cars with their headlights come on,

Owls test the field.

The hours before sunset

is a magic hour to me

I crave it.

Autumn is what I crave most

To feel reborn

And I can do nothing wrong

In this magic hour

I look out to see the

late sun striking tops of trees

Illuminating the poplar leaves

light changes swiftly from warm to cold

A cool breeze blows past me, I hear the

wind chimes play a vigorous tune

as the magic hour folds in.