Driving through Texas on the second day of the new year

Spanish moss hangs greybearded
and dripping in a Texas coastal rain
lending wisdom to live oaks

tired, not just their beards but even
branches sighing towards the earth.
A pale blue house gels through fog,

rain-blurred pixels crisping into
paint-peeling siding and faded white
window trim with a wraparound porch.

This porch needs a live oak chair
and greybeard wagging, somewhere nearby
echoes of laughter and children racing

through the wraparound. But the house
dissolves in mist as I am watching and a
pale blue warehouse runs beside the

highway, forward along the highway,
through the great stumps and smooth-planed
grass. There are no greybeards anymore.

Poem by Annie Jadin, speakingvoiceless.wordpress.com.


14 thoughts on “Driving through Texas on the second day of the new year

  1. This reminded me of my grandparents house. It was a large, two-story white house set way back on a highway with those exact trees surrounding it…large oaks with mossy “beards.” I miss that house. It was torn down years after their death for a shopping center…it just killed me! I love your poem.


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