Driving West Virginia Hills in Early Fall
Driving West Virginia Hills in Early
Fall
Our car climbs and winds over hill
after hill
rolling Appalachia into endless fields
of green
beneath the distance of a clear blue
sky.
Covering this land like a hand over a
face
of someone loved, we follow golden
trees
in a stream of varied colors so
brilliant
they outspeak their need for names.
This drive becomes a silent prayer
guiding us toward home.Poem by Larry Smith/ Photo by Alan DiBiase
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