While Driving in Warwick, New York
There is the silence
I covet. A white mare
deep in her meadow,
wading in the shade
gifted by a pair
of stout oaks,
their limbs twisted
together, rising
and rising above
a rail fence.
The mare swishes
her tail, twitches her
ears at the flies
that love her
even more than I love her;
yet, she cares only
for the apple
nestled in the tall grass
that hides her ivory hooves –
only for the apple,
and I envy her.
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Editor’s Note: The short lines and repetition of imagery lends itself to the haiku-like realization that unfolds at the end of this lovely poem. I, too, envy the mare.
The soft loveliness of this takes me right into the meadow.
Can just imagine being in that car meandering through the countryside. One of those perfect autumn days… Love this!
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I could use a whole life time of autumn days like this…