October rolls in once again
as Mother Nature sets the stage
with her Autumnal foliage.
Oh, how we would anticipate
what the season had in store
its yearly call hard to ignore...
We'd head westward on the two lane road
stopping at our favorite inn
a glass of wine out in the courtyard
or dinner by the fire within…
long drives on forgotten byways
those hills are calling once again.
Or northbound up along Route 7
past apple barns to Bennington
where poet Frost found inspiration
reveling in the golden days
and grieving that which cannot stay.
Instead we might head to The Cape
where summer crowds have dissipated
with stops at all our favorite places
and long walks on the empty beaches
sharing tales of years gone by
under a gray gunmetal sky
Or maybe we’d point east to Rockport,
to see the famed Motif once more
browsing through the tiny shops
we’d savor the hours by the shore,
as we watched the boats in the harbor quay
framed in blue on this bright fall day
I’ll miss those long drives that we took
when October bid us “Come…”
we’d jump into the waiting car
and travel out to who knows where
ever contented just to be
in each other's company.
© Ginny Brannan 2021
Images by author,
top: Old Deerfield
bottom: Rockport Harbor
So much heart. Touched me deeply, my dear friend. ❤️
ReplyDeleteThank you, my friend! ❤️
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