Oh the giddy feeling
when my gas tank is full
possibilities seem endless
in winter up to mountains snowy
earmuffs, boots and heated gloves
my cheeks flushed with happiness
spring drives out to flat-lands
wildflowers in their blooming splendor
birdsong playing on surround
summer and the top is down
fragrance of freshly cut hay
sunshine on my shoulders
fall in my smallish city
aroma of chimneys and fire-pits
long walks, warm cider, s'mores with friends
In the dVerse Pub today, Sarah asks us to choose three things that make us happy and write a poem .. weaving in those three things.
From the poems I have read so far, we are all cheap dates and happier with the simple things in life, nature and friendship. I enjoyed your poem, Helen, and love the progression to autumn, my favourite season.
ReplyDeleteI like your seasons too. I would tune golf into these, Spring break out some new clubs, summer start early before it gets too hot, and fall relax and don't try so hard to make a better score. My SIL has gone to your 'little village' from here a couple of times to play golf. Your mentioning that set my thinking key for singing.
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So many good choices that bring warm cozy feelings!
ReplyDeleteLovely poem.
ReplyDeleteI feel giddy with full tank too, Helen :) Love the happy things you find year round!
ReplyDeleteDelightful poem Helen.
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Much💚love
So many wonderful things.
ReplyDeleteHappiness is all around us and your fine poem illustrates that so well, Helen! Cheers to all the things that we enjoy.
ReplyDeleteSuch a great collection of happy things. 👏👏👏
ReplyDeleteI prefer walking to driving, but I share you response to the changing seasons and beauty in each. 😊
ReplyDeleteI love how you weave through the seasons 💞
ReplyDeleteGood stuff, Helen! I feel that way when my gas tank is full, too!
ReplyDeleteThe changing seasons set the mood for likewise an appreciation of changing feel as the days go by! Great wordcraft Helen!
ReplyDeleteHank
I love when the weather is so perfect for the car top to be down and it is so refreshing
ReplyDeleteYour poem is so lovely and full of warm happiness - I just love it, Helen.
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David
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Beautiful! What joy it is to feel the seasons. We don't have that down where I live! At least not for very long. Lol. (Chu On This)
ReplyDeleteI like this jaunt into the seasons with a full tank of gas. Each season has gifts to offer, especially to folks like you willing to find happiness anywhere, anytime!
ReplyDeleteGreat start to an adventure with that full tank of gas. Love this, Helen!
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