Great Escape
A warm breeze blows fluffy blankets to a basket from the clothesline
Raspy Fiddler croons by our fire while the sun sets past a road sign
Orange and the smell of pine ascends joining the scarlet sky
Gold trimmed Lady joins the song clinking needles on her starlit thigh
Lost in song, the stars appear only between enchanting choruses
I gaze at the fat moon enveloping the wind swept pyramids
The Fiddler offers Lady his hand, passing the fiddle to me
My shame erupts into delight, at once I know a melody
My wife appears, the kids in bed, a soft blanket wraps her shoulders
She wraps me in her warm arms, a kiss, I’m moved when I behold her
We step away from the fire and wander down the trickling creek
With refreshed feet we meander by starlight to the mountain peak
We point to leaves swirling in a glowing vortex in the valley
Young fawns frolic between pylons racing without keeping tally
At last we make it to our summit home, the short peak in the range
We stop short and embrace, I’m first to recite vows in our exchange
Copyright © 2021 by Matt Antis. Originally published in Poet’s Guild’s Poem-A-Day on January 4, 2021, by Ink Jot Kingdom.
Background Music via Epidemic Sound
Artist: Martin Gauffin
Track: Drift Off
