Mist on Mount Abe by Jack Mayer

Mist on Mount Abe By Jack Mayer I climb up Battell Trail, a spur off the Long Trail, into Mount Abe’s mist, pastel painted for Fall. Autumn insects awaken, hung-over with summer’s excess. South wind stirs dying foliage, not yet for the last time, till they fall. Yellow leaves my diamond-studded trail. As “Mountain Poet”, […]

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Downpour by Billy Collins

Downpour By Billy Collins Last night we ended up on the couch trying to remember all of the friends who had died so far, and this morning I wrote them down in alphabetical order on the flip side of a shopping list you had left on the kitchen table. So many of them had been […]

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