Pennsylvania 


Winter months erased 

From the calender

But Winter’s icy hand holds on

The smell of snow in the air

Threatening

That beautiful silence

Broken by the sound of a train

In the distance

Summer comes and all is green

Hills

Encased in emeralds

My home

When the word was not

In my vocabulary 

The world where I defined love

And lost myself

The place where I found the pieces

Step by step

The autumn leaves that fall

On the backroads

The covered bridge

That frightened and delighted me

The rock quarry

Where I made a pact

And an everlasting bond

As I made my way through

The journey that brought me

To the gates

Of paradise?

Of damnation?

Of that vanishing grace

That holds on

In the echoing

Passages of my reminiscince

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