A winding road leads the way
Rolling hills in the distance, dotted with tiny houses
An air of tranquility
The warm sun beats down
Stirring up winking patterns of diamonds on the barely rippling water
Warm stone, rough underfoot, a path of small wet footprints, slowly fading
The soft rustling of bushes as lizards sunning themselves retreat, seeking cover
A house, rising among untamed grasses
Dusty stone and dark wood
Smooth and cool to the touch
The smell of the wild grape vines, bitter but sweet
Winding their way around the doorframe, twisting and intertwined
The sound of the wind as it whistles through the olive tress
A swishing sound, the single thing that disturbs the silence
A winding road leads away.
This is excellent. I haven't read any other poems yet, so it's a nice treat. Your language is great, and the use of the similar line at the start and end creates a sense of bookends and a circular feel that really works. Great descriptions, very well written. The only thing I might try is adding correct punctuation to the ends of some of the lines, but that isn't key.
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