On The Daylight Road
A short poem winding through the Central Valley.
On the Daylight Road
Oak trees, standing as arthritic old men
Casting bent, gnarly shadows on the hillside
In the autumn afternoon sun
Blanket of shadow
Peeking playfully around the side of a golden slope of pasture
Pastry layers of earth, gold and tan
Sliding into the glossy smooth water of the giant reservoir
A dark wet path of earth
Ribbons down the side of the dry grassy landscape
Busy power lines swoop between tall towers of metal
Connecting the small towns to the rest of the world
The Super 8 Motel heads up the first housing tract
Signs of the bedroom community rushing out of the farmlands
Spilling out into bedroom communities
Love your poems. I was right on the road with you.
"Oak trees, standing as arthritic old men Casting bent, gnarly shadows on the hillside In the autumn afternoon sun" "Pastry layers of earth, gold and tan." You have detailed so beautifully, our California live oak, our landscape, our home. I can see the red-tail hawk circling above. Excellent, Sharon