2015 - 30 poems in 30 days


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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