Driving out Jackass Flat Road <br />Deeply chilled in December <br />Spending an warmth-free afternoon <br />With the good grey poet <br />Yet every rainpuddle shone <br />Along the washboard roadway, <br />Every surface brilliant, even dazzling <br />From yesterday's long soaking- <br />But now the storm's departed <br />Leaving a battered garrison of misshapen clouds <br />Wearing that bold brass December light <br />The winding road opening <br />To long views of rust-red buttes- <br />Rumbling the long way OUT <br />Takes your breath <br />Confirming the charmed life <br />That's found you<br /><br />Craig Steiger<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jackass-flats-december/
