On Going Home Again
The familiar road meanders
Like a sweet-ache dream
Through curve and creek
Shagbark hickories overhang their pleasure
The wide porch welcomes
Friends and cornbread
Peach pie gold in the crust
Hours charmed by music
Later, after the great beasts
Have culled the night
And even the whippoorwills
Cease their rusty mating
We rest on grassy blankets
Under a dazzled jabber
Of stars: our deep hearts
Marrowed in silence
We rest until the dew
Settles between our toes
And dawny birds orchestrate
The melodies of our day
10 thoughts on "On Going Home Again"
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I love your poem. The adjectives are scrumptious.
Thanks, Nancy.
The descriptions are so different and fresh. I like this a lot!
Thanks for the kind words, Bill.
This is lovely and a place I’d like to be. Love “dazzled jabber”!
Gorgeous and unique imagery! You are a master at that! Especially love “our deep hearts marrowed in silence” Beautiful poem!
dawny birds orchestrate the melodies of our day.
This poem is riddled with beautiful language and a sense of place.
Thanks for your kind comments!
Sylvia, the strong beginning you wrote told me I would not be disappointed with this poem, and I was not at all…
anyone who hears whippoorwills
knows the charm
of the night birds