Upon arrival to greet my Swiss-Miss, good friend,
we came into contact with this piece of art,
around a Brooklyn bend.
Lost Time, they say? Not in New York,
okay perhaps, be that way, it may.
But let me introduce you the most time absorbing nook, located in North Berwick, Maine.
Auntie Pam’s Mill House with a pond, many places to perch,
ruminate day to day,
as finding ones soul, can create quite the search.
From morning with the brightest of light,
flutter to the surface of the pond,
like a soft floating kite,
golden crisp leaves,
they blow from a gentle soft hush of the wind’s cousin,
Skies, white-pink and blue,
reflecting only the silhouettes,
of what we must do.
Colors shift accordingly,
a blanket covers us at night,
time to breath in the fire,
the endless will and the might.
Allow me live this dream for now,
so I can find this softness and way of life,
amongst the city and all the moments,
full of strife and striff.