Elves Of New England Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
Elves Of New England
Mellow fields by the river
Autumn is divine
Quiet is coming
Cats in the window, study
Stews, clam chowder, baking
Coffee and the bookstores
Quilts and deep sleep
Every season a spell
Stone fences and country roads
Vermont trees like fairy tales
Sunsets and the stars shine
Holidays, Halloween, Stephen King
Inward with the pensive mind
Classical music by a fire
Write a poem of lighthouses
Joy, the simple gratitude of being
Romance needs peace and the sea
Boston like a cradle of birth
The White Mountains like paradise
How I miss the elves of New England
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4/26/2024 6:12:18 PM # 1.0.0.1119
reading your nice write, I too ''miss the elves of New England'', Joseph... :) ''ciao'' from Tuscany p.s.: lovely picture, too!