Wild chicory leans toward the morning,

mirroring the heavens

as it sings a silent hymn to the sun.

The stately swaying of Queen Anne’s lace

marks a quiet country road.

And we wake, you and I, knowing they are there

beyond the silent walls.

We wake and the day begins;

you to your tasks, I to mine –

apart, yet one, my love.

Your tractor rumbles in the distance

like some benevolent behemoth

as I gather clothes filled with warm sunshine

from the springing wires.

The sweet faces of the chicory blossoms

peek out at me like mischievous children

from their unauthorized hideaway in the berry vines,

bidding me come look for treasure.

And I know, my love,

you too are surrounded by joy.

That the potpourri of summer fills your senses

with the intoxicating awareness of life.

The sun settles comfortably on the horizon,

touches our world with honey-colored splendor

and slips beneath the blanket of night.

The fringed faces of wild flowers

have closed gently with the fading day

and now fireflies gild the meadow with diamonds.

We sit at rest on the front porch.

We have no need to touch just now

for we are one in that deeper place

where our spirits dwell.

You sip your coffee and talk of everyday things.

I prop my bare feet on a chunk of wood

and listen to the rhythm of love

that runs like soft music through your words.

So much, my love,

we have been so richly blessed.

To know the quiet ease of heart,

this belonging of one to the other.

To know life’s storms may sweep away

or even destroy so much that is without.

But also to know that what we hold within

the circle of our love is inviolate.

As willow-soft as the chicory plant,

as regal as the Queen’s lace,

as enduring as the earth we love so much.

This is the love we share.

This is the world we touch.


About dswan2

Poet, author, columnist, lyricist, mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, wife of 50 years. Born and raised in America's Heartland
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9 Responses to COUNTRY LANE

  1. Jingle says:


    Glad to see the sun shining in your place.


    Happy Potluck.

  2. dswan2 says:

    Thanks, Jingle! My west office window is filled with drifts of Magnolia blossoms! Finally got most of the links on Aechoes. I’m just posting the poetry here for the next few days because I’m in a blog tour for Christian Science Fiction and Fantasy on Mindsinger.

  3. Very nice…very lucky to have such contentment with life and the world. 🙂

    • dswan2 says:

      Thank you. I accessed your blog and linked it here, but I could find no place to leave a comment. I love your cat’s favorite things! I think I know that cat!

  4. You painted an awesome picture, how enchanting!!! 🙂

  5. just a poet says:

    Very soothing. All that wildflower fragrance and sunshine.. beautifully depicted.

  6. lunawitch15 says:

    you have me missing the south and the farm there. having a farm in arizona just isn’t the same.

    • dswan2 says:

      Thank you, Luna! Our farm is in Indiana but I think country lanes are probably the same in the South and MIdwest. Flowers and roadsides may differ, but the heart is there.

  7. This is so beautiful and blissful like a dream which I never want to end! I wish I could live in this world which you have created with your words!

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