In the early morning 
there is nothing like driving east 
on Sherman Way in the San Fernando Valley.

Not too many drivers 
on the road
the view of the Verdugo mountains 
are straight ahead.  

The Verdugos shine with a blue gray hue 
bringing to mind my youthful wild days. 

The street is lined 
with dark green pepper trees 
blocks of brilliant yellow mustard greens 
freely enhanced with 
miles of tall brown yellow wheat weeds
What is still left of this wild valley.

It is a cool windy day
the will-o'-the-wisp 
goes round and round.

Made up of different colored leaves 
memories that stir within me.
 
Prehistoric blue gray mountain range
wild memories 
inspire feelings
I am getting younger 
not older.

Coolness on clothes
distance of windy gray sky
I feel 13 again.

 https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/gray/