By: Bekah Turney
We came upon a pair of peacocks,
Poking noses into dirt near the road.
We drive in puzzling awe.
A couple happy herons extend their necks
Amidst cowering cattle,
Pure snow, stoic angels
Against the tattered brown and black of cows
And vibrant green fur of rain kissed earth.
Road curving endlessly,
Lips pressed to our coffee lids,
Talking of revelries and
Philosophical life resolutions.
Like the treacherous loose blacktop
Beneath barreling wheels
Of beauty we penetrate.