Halfway through the drive
I wondered if the world here
felt as in-between as I did,
the summer breeze
already flirting with autumn,
leaves not yet blushing,
only swaying in anticipation.
***
The fields, crisped by the blazing sun,
perfume the air with cinnamon.
Pine clings sticky,
saccharine against the damp petrichor;
metallic rock,
the quiet conquest of mycelium
over fallen bark, dropped needles,
and the husks of cicadas.
***
These roads carry the ghosts
of those who drove them before me,
their harvests,
their winters,
their worn maps folded in glove boxes.
What of me will remain
when the fields have turned again?
***
The crows caw over the grain,
reminding me that there is still time
to make something that lasts
but I know I have miles left to go,
winters yet to endure,
harvests yet to reap
what I have only just sown.
***
Under an archway of trees,
Queen Anne's lace lining the curves,
bowing in the wind as I pass,
yet the rearview keeps filling
with memories of me I didn't mean to lose.
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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Wooohooooo congratulations on your win! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
Gorgeous, that second stanza especially, is like stepping into the scene you are painting us with your words.
This was incredibly deep and thought-provoking. It was also a delight for the senses. Your imagery was truly top notch. What an incredible piece, Ellie :)