Country Commute, poetry by Karen Southall Watts at Spillwords.com
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Country Commute

Country Commute

written by: Karen Southall Watts

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Frosted fields and bales of hay,
tractors parked in cold stillness,
as I travel down the winding highway,
orange and pink glowing in the distance
spilling into a blue-grey sky, bringing a brilliant dawn.
If only I could shun the office,
the artificial movement and tasks of the day,
and return to my coffee and kitchen window,
to watch nature’s splendor on display.

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