The beauty, the splendor of bare branches is
sometimes missed by its seeming simplicity.
Each limb holds its own grace and strength,
and yet the union of each to one single trunk
magnifies and signifies the greatness of ONE. Continue reading
photography by Pamela S. Wight
An Ode to Weather
The day began when the sun soon arose
But of course in New England that’s a hoax
Because all of our days do begin, yes,
But often the sun’s hidden, I confess. Continue reading
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