Response to Edward Hopper's "Lighthouse Hill"

A quiet time
                                            for reflection.

With great earnestness
I traverse your hills
in the morning sun.
At times
dipping into
the shadowy depths
then rising slowing 
to a well-lit cusp.
The breeze rustles the tall grass
blurring it in my memory.
The white house
and light house
stand strong against
the purest blue sky.
I know I will soon see the ocean
and imagine it
as blue as the sky and
as undulating as the hills.