mbsphotog
Dec 211 min read
Two For (Not On Tuesday) Poems
Nezinscot River. Not much of a river but she’s mine. Easing through the wilds of Maine, Zigzagging slowly down hills Into the Androscoggin, Nezinscot’s flat water wanders. Silver moon sparkles on her face, Calming me, soothing me. One day I will follow her To the next river and ocean. Red comes the sunrise welcoming me In the beauty that is Nezinscot. Very often my mornings start, Evenings end here too, Right upon her smooth back. ------------------------- Spruce Knob Spruce










