Solid to the Touch

The hillside is a pumpkin patch,
pops of orange amongst
rolling hills of green.
We search for symmetry
in the dividing skylines,
red tree stop signs,
the roads a rope of thick vines.

The blue mountain woolen sleeves
itching the sunless sky,
rustle of an oversized afternoon,
vast brown cider ground,
wobbly trees, and a baggy breeze.

We haul our favorite find
fresh from vine,
grateful for grip, and
imperturbable family relationships.

It’s a throwback Thursday for me. Cheers to Friday-eve!

8 responses to “Solid to the Touch”

Jeff Flesch

You’ve captured the pure essence of a lovely afternoon among friends and family. Nature, gratefulness, and love. Gorgeous write, K. 💜

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1. K.Hartless
  
  Thank you ever so kindly. It was quite a day and then today it was all catch-up so much so that I forgot to even check my comments. I’m so glad you enjoyed this slice-of-life poem. 💜
  
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  1. Jeff Flesch
    
    You’re most welcome, K. I completely understand how that is, finding myself posting every day for 30 days was awesome and difficult. I enjoyed your poem much. 💜
    
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Tom

Beautiful descriptions sprinkled throughout, K – paints such a peaceful scene 🙂

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1. K.Hartless
  
  It was so serene yesterday, Tom. My day outdoors was rejuvenating, but then today seemed to be all catch up and running around. Oh well. I will keep a few fall memories to sweeten this busy week. Thank you for these comments.😁
  
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  1. Tom
    
    Even better on a fresh reading 🙂 Perfectly captures that warm nostalgia of spending fall with family. 💜
    
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tiffanyarpdaleo

This one brought back some good memories for me too! 🎃

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1. K.Hartless
  
  Thank you kindly, Tiff. The mountains here have the most beautiful fall. I can honestly say, it is breathtaking. Here’s to a few more fall weekends to keep us in awe. 💜
  
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