Saturday, January 26, 2008

That Easter

Brick chimney, green ivy tapers skyward
Rain in northwestern New Hampshire
Fireplace in old country cottage
Red door, hook rug, and tea
I remember the scent
Of your sweater
That Easter
And you
Yes
Dreams are like smoke sometimes rising.

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2 comments:


  1. Dreams are like smoke sometimes rising.

    I agree!


    GBU
    Arti

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  2. Thank you, Arti. Poetry is sometimes the best way to express dreams, past and present.

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