To Travel A Two-Lane West Virginia Road
Early April, headed East
sounds so glorious
at 6:30 AM, while
everything is still dark;
raucous bird songs
thick in your ears;
a little dew or even
frost on the windshield.
To drive into morning
is not what you expect.
Oh, it begins – lovely,
light stalks the air, slow
as that tabby after a field mouse;
Colors bloom, leisurely
as those July morning glories
on the old porch trellis.
But you have forgotten,
in this dawn with no clouds,
that the sun does rise.
You top the hill – there she is
blindingly beautiful!
You can’t see the road, other cars,
or the big bronze Guernsey
on the berm of the road.
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