The road to Puylaurens from Soreze.
I wrote this poem a couple of years ago, but it kept coming to mind
as I drove along the country lanes in today's changeable weather.
with thanks to Emily Dickinson
There’s a certain slant of light
falling through a tunnel of trees
that fills my soul with clear delight
as branches dance in rainy breeze.
The silver swirling beams of light
reach toward me filled with rain
as I drive home on Friday night
glad to be in France again.
Long corridors of les platanes
arms held high in salutation
swaying with the light and rain
bless me, move me to elation.
The music swells, I feel the beat
the car and I swing down the lane
no longer sitting in my seat
I’m light that’s rising in the rain.