Friday, May 18, 2012

Poem: Landscape Winds

Landscape Winds

The landscape is new, yet familiar,
rolling hills that are not quite mountains,
not quite flat, somewhere
in between, a land in transition,

stuck in a place beautiful, yet
uncommitted, where
you sit on the back porch
watching the night lightning,
silent and dramatic,
threatening storms and blissful May rain.

all at a distance, their
threat and promise

a drama played out,
hoped for and feared
while you sit, untouched,
waiting for the wind to shift
to bring you....

The landscape is new, yet familiar.


The picture was taken near Mineral, Virgina. You can click on it for a larger version.


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