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02.27.14 Posted in today's words, Uncategorized by

Bill Webb’s most recent poem to appear here was Shards (January 2014).

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


2 Responses to “Clarity”

  1. Jeanette Gallagher says:

    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.

  2. janet says:

    Makes me want to travel.


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