
(photo credit: a friend, over the summer)
I noticed today,
out of the foggy
car windshield
just how
much this valley
and those fields
have somehow become part of me.
I like the way that earth
can’t blow away with the rain.
I like the way the grass
smells in midsummer;
sweet earth in clean hands,
dark soil on bare feet.
I like the way my hands
get just numb enough with cold:
slip them down the back
of your shirt it sends
lightning down your spine.
I like the way you smile
when the first snow falls,
almost like you forgot
it would come at all.
These mountains always look beautiful
against a sunrise...
(even if I won’t admit it)
This valley might be small
and it might be in the middle
of absolutely nowhere,
but I also might like it.
Almost might like this corner
of the universe that’s mine,
this small chance at something.
I almost might like the way
the car skids
on frozen dirt roads;
and,
I almost might miss it if I left.
I noticed today,
out of the foggy
car windshield
just how
much this valley
and those fields
have somehow become part of me.
I like the way that earth
can’t blow away with the rain.
I like the way the grass
smells in midsummer;
sweet earth in clean hands,
dark soil on bare feet.
I like the way my hands
get just numb enough with cold:
slip them down the back
of your shirt it sends
lightning down your spine.
I like the way you smile
when the first snow falls,
almost like you forgot
it would come at all.
These mountains always look beautiful
against a sunrise...
(even if I won’t admit it)
This valley might be small
and it might be in the middle
of absolutely nowhere,
but I also might like it.
Almost might like this corner
of the universe that’s mine,
this small chance at something.
I almost might like the way
the car skids
on frozen dirt roads;
and,
I almost might miss it if I left.
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earleyg
Jan 23, 2018
Wow! Powerful writing! I love the descriptions and the picture you painted in my head!
Grace S. Earley