A poem about the country and its beauty.
| COUNTRY PEACE
I needed a drive in the country. I
needed to see bare tree outlines, their laced-
shaped branches reaching upward to the sky;
needed to see stagnant water standing--
its space of liquid gleaming more darkly than ever--
in its field of brown stubble. I needed
to see the earth, not dying but clever
as its frozen winter self. I heeded
my yearning for this sight of winter life
and went for a drive in the country, bare,
and was rewarded with its beauty, rife
with simplicity and its peace, so rare.