Wrinkles on My Face

The balance in a rain drop

On a windshield,

While coasting through the country,

Magnifies my wishful thinking

On a starry night

In wintertime.

So, what’re your thoughts

On the Appalachian Trail,

With fallen leaves on an autumn day?

My guesses get shorter

As I pass through the equinox.

My hints get deeper,

As the wrinkles on my face.