A Kind of Happiness

nablopomo102November 19, 2010

Driving back through valleys,
mountains, one after another, slanted squares
of tilled land, hidden villages, isolate, remote,
deserted. For miles of late afternoon, the only car
on the road. A kind of happiness settles,
frightening as new eyes.
          — Sandra Kohler, b. 1940
               American poet
               from “Novembering”

Route 22A near Vergennes, Vermont
November 19, 2010
Homeward Bound


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