Really good poem on witnessing the passing of all things. I am in my native New Hampshire this month. I have come here most every summer since I was born, though never found a way to live here full time. The house I was born in is occupied by strangers. As I drive by, I notice that the great lilac banks have gone.
Each choice is a winnowing…beautiful!
Really good poem on witnessing the passing of all things. I am in my native New Hampshire this month. I have come here most every summer since I was born, though never found a way to live here full time. The house I was born in is occupied by strangers. As I drive by, I notice that the great lilac banks have gone.
So poignant, Bill. You've got the beginnings of a poem . . .