The prelude came
as insidious rain
gently washing away
the sailing trip.
Instead, we drove
up the mountain,
following a tinny tip
from a nicked, bent
realtor’s sign;
the metal split
and worn.
Amid drifts of gold grass
that waved and bowed,
we stretched our limbs.
The trees were tinted
red and gold,
vivid against the cold grey sky.
Your eyes glowed
as we fixed ourselves
to this land.
Prompts: Wordle 70 and Writer’s Digest (write about a change of plans).
Hoofprints In My Garden 
LOVE! These words could have spilled from me, Annette. I so relate to this piece. Thank you for the beauty you offer up on this fine Sunday.
Annette, the ending is perfect. Beautiful imagery of the scene throughout. Well done.
Pamela
This reminds me of my childhood weekends when we would all pile in the car (and not worry about just taking a drive) from the city and head to a weekend in the country. The closest I’ve gotten is suburbia. In SW Pennsylvania one doesn’t have to go far to see farms, Amish or otherwise. It is hard to see some of that open space vanish, but there is a fairly good farm preservation program here. A nice vignette to get lost in on a ho-hum Sunday afternoon.
I’m here:
http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2012/08/sw-70-feathers-flights-and-foundlings.html
Ahhh…so lovely!
…”as we fixed ourselves to this land.” Love.
I read a metallic theme (tinny, metal, gold). Even “nicked” related “nickel” to me.
There is such a fine line that governs decisions we make. Nicely captured.
Annette, I love the expressive imagery you propose. You make words dance across the page.
Thanks Walt. That’s the first time anyone has ever said that I could dance. 🙂
oh – this poem has a tinge of faerie to me..drifts of gold grass; golden and red trees against the cold sky – loved that contrast. thank you for sharing~
The trees were tinted
red and gold,
vivid against the cold grey sky.
Love that, makes you understand why they fell in love with the place
smiles…does not sound like a bad second choice at all…you took a loss and made it a gain…love the fixing yourself to the land closure too….
Meant to be. A nice repose.
Oh, lovely ❤
This was a song so beautifully crafted – each phrase moving the reader through a well designed and finely painted landscape both real and emotional and the tie at the end larger than the landscape…deeper than the roots of trees…the tie to land that is yours to write history upon.
Your closing lines especially bright and full of life!! Beautiful wordle, Annette!
There you are, Hannah! I’ve missed you-
Oh, Annette!! Thank you, I’ve missed you also!! 🙂
Sounds like a good day to me! Of course, I have always preferred the mountains to the beach 🙂
Visually arresting, accomplished poem. Really enjoyed reading it 🙂
Lovely !
Hello.
Sounds like a little piece of heaven. Wonderful imagery and flow! Thanks for sharing.
The Naked Wind
hot, and lovely.