A hint about next week's blog theme!

Here's another poem for you!  Brand new, and a two-fold hint at what I've got up my sleeve for next week!

Till then, Happy Friday, friends!


Spring in Kentucky

I remember thinking that every shade of green 

had gathered at once - leaves on the dogwoods, 

stems on the lace growing wild in the ditch.  

I learned to harmonize on Russel Cave Road, 

clutching the passenger door round tight curves.

Singing gave the driver respite from shouting and 

I could hide inside the songs and watch 

the smear of hills and tobacco barns pass.

I often wished for escape on the white horse 

who faithfully waited alone by her fence.

Or to become the one creature on earth 

who could silence my belting companion:  

to slither away on a scaly green belly, safe

in the camouflage of endless bluegrass.