Starry Nights

Here's another poem I wrote this week, this time for my creative writing class. It's really nothing deep, just a picture of a memory... When I lived in Spain I used to love to take walks at night on this dirt road through the wheat fields behind our house. It was so peaceful, and we were out in the country, so you could see all the stars....one of my favorite memories from my childhood... :-)

I remember those nights,

Those clear, starry nights,

Walking down the long dirt road

That wanders through infinite fields of grain

Behind our house.

Heat would rise from the rocks beneath my feet

In shudders, now released

Into the soft, cool breeze

That washes over the gentle hills,

Soothing the earth,

Laying all to rest,

Swirling, brushing my face

With a whisper.

My eyes gaze up;

You are never alone with the stars.

Hands, extended, brush meek heads of harvest

On either side of the road,

As tall, slender shafts

Sway, bowing low,

Now dancing for the starry hosts above,

Wild waves swelling,

Rushing over ripened fields,

Singing to the rhythmic pulse

Of a grand insectile symphony.