I’ve been reading Kyle Vaughn’s Lightning Paths and completing his daily poetry prompts for the past few weeks. Today’s challenge is to think of the opposite of a manufactured landscape poem and get to the roots of nature in a Reclaiming Our Environment poem.
At the end of the work day when I’m coming home to decompress, I check the mail down at the road and begin the slow crawl up the winding driveway to my house, through the oak grove to the dense pines that line both sides. And there is something I do every afternoon that lowers my blood pressure and pushes my reset button:
Windows Down I put my windows down, listen to the crunch of under-tire gravel then watch from the porch as the leaves let it all go to enjoy the ride