Monday, June 14, 2010

Poem: West Pawlet


West Pawlet
The rain has fallen like mist for days
and this morning, the sun broke free,
lighting the town in colors,
exposing every flaw and charm,

and you walk,
the humid air reminding you
that at any moment,
the rain can return, and so you stop,

and savor.
You breathe in the light,
soul dancing
to music only you can hear.

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Vermont is a rainy mess this past week - rain every day for a week. But here and there, the sun has come out, and I've made a point to stop and paint that sun drenched picture in my mind, so I could overlay it over the gray reality (because it is supposed to rain most of this week too.). And from that, this picture, captured Thursday morning, and this poem, written this morning.

As always, you can click on the picture for a larger version. It's a shot of my little town in Vermont, West Pawlet.

Tom

6 comments:

Jayne said...

Great photo Tom...and the poem is perfect, reflecting on the same conditions here where I am in South Dakota. I savor every moment of sunshine. knowing it may be brief. The countryside looks wonderful from all the rains we have received the past several weeks..but we need some sun! Thanks for your visits to my blog and your kind comments!

willow said...

I especially like "music only you can hear". It's been extremely rainy and humid here in Ohio, too!

Derrick said...

Certainly looks a charming sight to see, Tom.

Lyn said...

I can feel Vermont when I read this..used to ski there for ages, Stratton, Sugarbush and 1 summer at Mt. Snow..
Same weather here..gets very hot..then crashes into cool and rain..
Thanks for your visit!

Tom Atkins said...

Lynn - Stratton is about a half hour from West Pawlet. I pass it every time I head down to Townshend to my favorite auction house.

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