Backroad Reverie
The memory of winter
radiates through
passing amber-lit windows,
bare hillsides wave
as tires whip on wet blacktop
a sweet aching
snuggles behind words
slowly filling me with
hints of a wafting comfort
giant oaks wait
memories nestle around me
chasing times gone
out of my hungry reach,
smoke drifts up the chimney
steam drips down the windows
as gravy simmers on low,
fir trees remember
a warm willingness
holds its breath
in a child’s wish
for one day,
the agéd cyprus knows
of forgive and forget,
to simply savor
belonging together
maybe
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Sharon Lopez Mooney, Backroad Reverie, “Soul-Lit”, ed. Wayne-Daniel Berard, Spring 2022 Poems, Rhode Island, http://www.soul-lit.com/poems/V30/Mooney/index.html
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