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Kudzu
by Clara Mae GregoryThe Kudzu hadn't yet crept
up roadsides bristled with Purple Thistle
dispersed among the Queen Anne's Lace.
Wildflowers flashed past as I looked back
at the irridescent mountain crests-
rippled spasms in faded denims
under a firmament powdered blue
mottled in lilac grays.
It was nature's time to gather
her nurturing rain showers.
Taste of horsemint and blackberry
still lingered on my tongue
as the storm chased us down
on the twisting roads back,
patched with Daisies,Sunflowers,
Black-Eyed Susans and Aaron's Rod.
Then, the Kudzu closes in.
08/05/2009 Author's Note: *notes from a recent vacation.....vacating my thoughts
Posted on 08/05/2009
Copyright © 2026 Clara Mae Gregory
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 08/05/09 at 10:34 PM I am there in this travel as you write it well! |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 08/05/09 at 10:36 PM Mountain wearing faded denim... love this description ;) |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 08/06/09 at 02:10 AM ... wonderful imagery..... |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/08/09 at 04:33 AM Thanks for the journey. It was a trip for the senses. Kudzu does take over doesn't it? I remember seeing miles of it traveling through some southern states, although it is not (as far as I know) rampant in Texas. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 08/08/09 at 01:00 PM Beautiful description of travel. You catch nature at its best in a most engaging way. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 08/08/09 at 01:33 PM
I can hear the sights and the sounds of a wonder filled vacation and it seems to me that nature is grateful, as am I, Clara Mae, for your gracing it and penning it in all its glory, a glory which is as yet to completely unfold. it is a story told best when we put our ambitions at rest and come in harmony with it and thus with ourselves. |
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