Bill Webb’s most recent poem to appear here was Shards (January 2014).
Clarity
By Bill Webb
when autumn no longer lingers
pushed away by cold northern winds
and leaves resignedly brown
forsaking autumnal glory–rest
it reminds me of turnpike miles
and windowed secrets cloaked once in green
hopes and dreams carelessly revealed
as the miles pull drivers silently past
the world seems clear in black and white
the horizon pure without distraction
the honesty of the dusk, drive’s end
and you within my arms
The imagery was so great that I felt depressed at the first stanza but not for long. Not with the world seeming clear and ‘me’ in his arms! Oh, the romance of it all…Lovely! Enjoyed this wonderful poem.
Makes me want to travel.
janet