New friends. Poplar, Maple Pine and spruce. A short walk to the stream, A long walk to the Battenkill, Mountains nearby, a few fields away. Time slows down. Let it wash over you. Work to do — Hauling wood (in a wheelbarrow), Cooking, cleaning, Clearing a path through the snow. Life’s imperatives, Not a boss. Beauty that is Ordinary in its presence. Reassuring in its permanence. A presence that pulls you Towards deeper voices. Poetry if you are open. Old and new friends Finding our rhythm As we create Conversation and intimacy. January 2018
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Great poem Harry!
Sent from my iPhone
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Comforting.
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