detour by Carissa Dewey It’s late afternoon in December on this back road, horses silhouetted against the crescent blaze of sky- the only presence of color, before this season's snow where there is little green, more different shades of brown and solid trees, chimneys apparent and these farms. This time of year, and this cold barren country- brings the past closer to me creates desires of you. 12/13/2009 Posted on 12/13/2009 Copyright © 2025 Carissa Dewey Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Jo Halliday on 12/14/09 at 05:58 AM It is always a thing of pace, and yet again it is! Amid the slowness of it all, there is a deep eddy which rushes and rushes, even if in circles. Once again, a beautiful poem. Return to the Previous Page     pathetic.org FAQ Members Poetry Center Login Signup   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)