Do I dare walk this twisted mile
Beneath the sway of the weeping willow canopy.
An aire of pecan and clover
Floats on a warm moist wind,
Hypnotizing my senses.
Lured like steel to magnet
I saunter on my dream swept way.
Grassy fields cropped to a dandy’s perfection,
Paint a canvas of green
Dimpled with the smiling faces of daisies.
In the distance,
The silhouette of a weary plow horse
Pinches the emerald horizon,
As it grazes to reinvigorate.
With each yard strode,
A cloud of dust, summoned by my wake
Climbs to the heavens,
Whisked skyward by the tepid breeze.
Stricken by the silence,
Only the swirling song of Morning Doves for company,
I reminisce of a time before my time.
What simplicity in this wanton beauty,
If only this were home.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dom DiFrancesco 
Wonderful poem. I love the imagery… makes me yearn for spring and summer.
Thank you very much for the kind words. Like you I yearn as well for spring, unfortunately spring here lasts for about a week and then we go right into the heat of the summer. 🙂
I know, spring is about the same here… Short but sweet. (:
Yes, being originally from the east coast the short springs are still a little hard to take. 🙂
I’ve been wanting to move to the East coast. Even though, I rather enjoy the Midwest climate… for all the chaos, it’s at least different.
You have one of my fav words in here. I love saunter…
Thank you Susan. I love the word as well although it is not one that I use very frequently.
I am enjoying your poems. It is nice to see both familiar short forms and fantastic free verse, filled with fantastic imagery and emotion. I look forward to epxloring more.
Thank you very much, I try to mix it up a little, it keeps things interesting. 🙂