NaPoWriMo 2025 Day 11

I painted a small scene on two small pieces of paper and thought – isn’t this the time we’re all studying the landscape waiting and watching?

All winter the gray brown edges
of the old hills roll and flutter
curvy roads rising and falling
on their way to somewhere always
always on their way and the eyes
always looking through a windshield
always wondering when spring comes
and why winter is beautiful
we know it is. see it passing
from starkness to maple red buds
to momentary yellow green
and then all is green and dark
autumn hardly matters – we watch
winter unfolding to summer