Wednesday, May 15, 2013

This Most Perfect Drive By Rachael Jones


On this most perfect drive, with this sunset
colors yellow, red, orange, hints of blue
painted into the sky, a masterpiece
of beauty on its own, not standing alone
silhouettes of trees rise into the sky.

In this most perfect pretty scenery
With the peaceful sound of nature noises
The chipping of the magpies, five at best,
A faint coo in the distance by the owl,
The forest kind beguiling to his mate.
Soft whispers of the chilling breeze singing,
Having trees and bushes sway to their song.

In this most perfect tune plays for the dance
Deer jump and frolic, walking on water
Fish swim with passion, gliding through currents
Birds soar as high as the mountain summit
Wildlife and humans living together.

In this perfect day, twilight approaches
The truck approaches its destination
We are high within the elevation
Watching the sun fade behind the hillside
God's own checkered quilt, warming our valley
Not just a bed, a home for the country.

In this perfect night I lay under stars
Country music playing sweet lullabies
His muscly arms covering my shoulders,
Providing more warmth than a wool blanket.
No curfew tonight, no moments wasted
Just him and I in the back of his truck
The sweet melody of a perfect night

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