Very nice. Really paints a picture.
To the North Coast in Winter The road lies lightly on the land Smooth as grey silk ribbon over curves of earth Barely touching An undetermined length of silver Reflects the sky’s dark clouds Dropped over hills glowing green in gathering darkness As from a giant hand Thoughtfully, lightly Just now No time to settle If I move upon it Will it lift and fly away with me? (Thank you to everyone who has made a comment about my poems; it is greatly appreciated. This is the first time I have put any of them out there. Joanne S.) |
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