Pecan Pit Stop
PECAN PIT STOP
A soft Spring breeze sweeps us off the highway,
down serpentine paths, hushed pastoral roads,
past simple wildflowers, and golden rows,
and pecan trees - the harvest of a country store
with tables of pies, chocolate, assorted nuts.
A pleasing plethora, a habitual stop.
More than halfway home, spurred on fore twilight,
our suitcase swimming close to the equator.
3rd Place
5/8/2017
Brian Strand's Spring Standard contest
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2017
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