Golden roads curve through
Golden hills of autumn grass
Glinting, golden, in the Indian summer sun
Warm air whistles through
Warm, blonde locks of hair
While warm smiles shine on everyone
Cool air captured by misty mountains
Cool cars winding around roads
Chill cool girls driving convertibles
And it’s the sunrise the next morning that melds everything
Is this some poetic form I’m not familiar with? It took me a minute to grasp the pattern, but when I did I liked what you did with it. The repetition gives the poem energy while the imagery is more relaxed, carefree. Very good.
Donna,
Thanks for reading and for your comment! It’s not a form I know of; it came rather naturally to me and I continued it through the three stanzas since it captured both the photo and the memory of driving to my uncle’s cabin in North Carolina for Memorial Day weekend when I was 20. I’m so pleased the energy and imagery were captured – since that’s really what I was going for.
🙂