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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