Nestled into the side of a hill
Warm fire, blazing
Comforter and footstool
Coffee steaming from a freshly brewed pot
Through the windows' bay
A circle of stone to
Frame the sky
Mist in the valley like a dream
Awakening
The red light of morning
Peeking o'er the trees…
Somewhere below
Down a road winding through
An unseen distance
The clip-clop, clip-clop
Horse and buggy on its way
Bird song and cow bell
Dragonfly and wildflower
Still pond and fragrant field
The beckoning promise of
Another day.
~ Laurence Overmire
(Previously published in Shadyvale, Spring 2001)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem painted a very beautiful picure in my mind; the writing excellent! Awesome work!