Back Roads

Daylilies, orange-bright, line the sides of the two-lane

with bursts of color in the deep dapple of oakshade and overhanging wild grapes.

Morning sun streaks the road as it twists up, away, around steep curves

that open to surprising glimpses of far below, in the valleys between these monster hills.

A man, hooded with bee veil and armed with gloves and a smoker

stands in the shade and throws up his hand as I pass.

Later he will perhaps enjoy the sweetness of his honey

while I savor memory of him

and the softness of this summer day.




About grannysu

storyteller, writer, poet, gardener, countrywoman
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