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,
unsure,
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
unfulfilled,
a drama played out,
hoped for and feared
while you sit, untouched,
waiting for the wind to shift
to bring you....
anything.
The landscape is new, yet familiar.
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The picture was taken near Mineral, Virgina. You can click on it for a larger version.
Tom
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