Earlier this week, I visited friends at their New York farm. No, not New York City. I know, I know. When you are from... Read More
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… on sparkle hunting
Cool sails quiet on ocean air Fog grips the coves and inlets where The sun is veiled in Maine’s embrace Those ‘from away’ softly despair.... Read More
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… on thanksgiving morning
Morning breaking, I’m partaking in coffee offered by my love. My smile spreading, I toss my bedding and thank my lucky stars above. In... Read More
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… on a poem for fall with a little boston and maine tossed in
The trees are sayin’ “Let’s reti-yah” Their leaves are fallin’ from the sky, yah I’m lookin’ out the window, a yah Enjoyin’ my first... Read More