Monday, December 13, 2010

Monday, End of Day

The iron ranch gate slides open,
The steep twisting mountain climb is behind us,
The crawling congested commute far below.

I glide down narrow roads
bordered by bridle paths and heavy hoof prints;
Soft golden light spills from distant windows
into the frost kissed night.
Gravel and dry leaves crunch beneath my tires
as the dogs run the fence in greeting.

A glass of red wine waits by the flames
of the creaking cracking wood stove.
Warm strong arms wrap around and hold me
in a welcome home hug.

3 comments:

  1. Nice poem, Annette. I like that addition to your blog--a lot.

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  2. Sounds to me like you are one lucky woman :)

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  3. Thanks. I have a really long commute (2 hrs each way) but I love where we live so its worth it... most of the time.

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