Tuesday, December 7, 2021

The Old Meeting House

 

Whispering of her tales of long ago

her stately image framed inside my mind

captured in soft hues of ice and snow

 

Within this hushed and still scenario

upon a hilltop, stalwart and refined

whispering her tales from long ago

 

Across the barren fields, chill wind blows

through empty trees, their silhouettes outlined

against the palest hues of ice and snow

 

I picture sills alight in candleglow

within her walls, our history defined

shared to us in tales of long ago

 

She stands against sky of indigo

stark testament to another time

frozen there in hues of ice and snow

 

And I am drawn as if by undertow

in awe and wonder to this ancient shrine

whispering her tales of long ago

frozen inside hues ice and snow

 

 

© Ginny Brannan 2021


Inspired by the image below of the Old Rockingham Meeting House, taken by Jeremy Noyes and shared on the website "Growing up in Bellows Falls." This and many other beautiful images from VT and New England are available for purchase at Jeremy Noyes Photography




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