Response to Edward Hopper's "Lighthouse Hill"

A quiet time

            and
              place

                                            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.