Mother Nature’s Waiting Room

 See your life as a gift from the great unknown.
And your task is to receive it.

Mary Chapin Carpenter

Mother Nature’s Waiting Room

Life begins old…out north.

From the furthest reaches of…

a farmer’s market


stoic granite.

Blistering exhibitions for ‘a party of one’ along forsaken scenic byways.

Hamlets of unknown origin…where glances are given sideways.

There is a fidgety kind of tenderness that keeps people here.

A tactile divergence from urbane fears.

The land?

…A close family member.

The burden of it?

A love letter…ever so dear.




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