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A New New England
by Rachel BennettI don't know much
about birch or beech
on brisk amblings
under hemlocking arches
and subtle solemn paths
that twist like wind
whetting blushing cheeks,
but when we walk
through sips of sunlight
all I know is your smile
might as well be sweet maple sap,
and honey, your lips are cider. 02/01/2010 Author's Note: If only it were autumn again.
Posted on 02/01/2010
Copyright © 2024 Rachel Bennett
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by V. Blake on 02/01/10 at 10:12 PM Now there's a sentiment I can get behind. A lovely poem, and a worthy piece to ensure that your poem streak record is forever longer than my own. :) |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 02/02/10 at 02:18 AM The last line of this is brilliant...and I am so very glad that I got a poem from you, even though the month has ended and you were granted a reprieve!!! |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 02/02/10 at 01:11 PM This reminds me of a movie called 'Same Time Next Year'. A very touching movie of two people that have an affair that lasts 20 years or so and only takes place once each year for a week when they meet at the same place. Very fine write lady. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/02/10 at 03:05 PM I don't think I'll be able to get that last stanza out of my head anytime soon. Wonderful. |
| Posted by Melissa Arel on 02/03/10 at 03:29 PM I live in New England [Connecticut] so I appreciate these images [trees/arches/paths/maple/cider] and the memories they conjure! I really loved the sweetness of this poem. Awesome. |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 02/03/10 at 06:10 PM Oh autumn or spring no matter the season your walk in this poem is beautiful with its word choice and sentiment. smh |
| Posted by Allison Smith on 02/05/10 at 11:29 PM I like the twisting path and wind :) |
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