Country Roads
there they are the country roads
the heavy dew shimmering like gold
under the trees the early mist
has not yet risen with its gracefulness
the farmers machines are parked on black soil
only next year will they need to be oiled
the wind ranging in strength from each direction
searching for warmth and protection
crystals of water settling on the cold surface
leaves an icy texture on the window
of where i observe this
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Copyright © Christy Kibbe | Year Posted 2020
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