Impressions
That secret part of the country road, I know
the pleasure of its narrow curving calling
that broadens my scope — and, as it
meanders, it straightens my thinking.
While hiding streaks of halcyon light
how rolling hills peek back at me! How
the grasses sing into my open windows!
How midsummer forgets every autumn here.
Written for Friday Flash 55 - My post in exactly 55 words - for the G-Man.
-ALSO -
Written for Meeting the Bar: Impressionistic writing— at dVerse Poets. Claudia suggests that we use "loose brush strokes" in creating a poem (click link for her beautiful prompt and great instructions).
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