Country Respite

Rolling hills, 
myriad shades of green.  
Drive slowly, windows open . . .  
Fresh crisp air,  
cloudless blue sky.  
Drumlins shaped patiently by glacial ice,  
Mother Earth’s gentle curves.  
Vibrant wildflowers here . . .  
flowering brush there.  
Stop. Rest.  
Inhale the quiet calm. 

Written for Quadrille Monday at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets. We are to use the word “drum” or a form of the word, within our exactly 44 word poem. Image from

15 thoughts on “Country Respite

  1. rothpoetry June 16, 2020 / 12:56 pm

    I love the feeling of fresh country air as you drive through the country!


  2. Mish June 16, 2020 / 3:58 pm

    I’m there. Thanks for taking me with you! Love the use of “drumlins”. I hadn’t heard of the word until I came across it in another poem.


  3. msjadeli June 16, 2020 / 5:45 pm

    Very relaxing, Mother Earth’s gentle curves.


  4. peterfrankiswrites June 16, 2020 / 6:10 pm

    Great soundings here – and drumlins – wonderful word – loud then declining.


  5. Truedessa June 16, 2020 / 6:36 pm

    Thank you for taking me to this peaceful state of being.


  6. sanaarizvi June 16, 2020 / 8:33 pm

    Love this! This is such a soothing, gorgeously worded quadrille Lillian! ❤️


  7. Ron. June 16, 2020 / 9:53 pm

    I’m living there, too. Heaven.
    Extra kudos for noting the myriad greens. Most folks, these days, just driving through, concentrating only on destination, arrival time, etc merely look & smile, say “green”, almost never notice or comment on the complexity of shades.
    Great work.


  8. Bhagyashree June 26, 2020 / 4:20 pm

    Beautiful! Reminded me of ‘Keeping Quiet’ by Pablo Neruda! Great job! 🙂


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