Life With Horace

poetry & essays

down to the trees

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this old house sits well below
Monadnock’s western arm
embraced by friendly woods,
above a sometime stream
where sunrise is a straggler
with extra feet to climb.
in winter, light leaves fast.
East Hill, across the pond
brings sunset much too soon
but night time is a glory.
with no cloud or dimming light
the brilliant heavens
send us our reward,
a rain of stars down to the trees

Author: Life With Horace

poetry & essays

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