The Thin Veil

Tommy looks back at me

Ten years ago

Another Home,

Another Time

The Hag facing my Way,

Behind the Veil of Time,

Ethereal 

That 

Is.

A Fragile Place

a fragile place,

seems so serene,

never forgetting to change with the seasons,

a beautiful place,

was my appreciation learned,

or simply inherent in my dNA?

the fall colors from another year,

just as spectacular,

for a moment.

my sister likes the milkweed,

as did Mom,

who said Sacajewea used it for baby diaper lining.

Who doesn't like to pluck a milkweed pod 

and blow the sailing seeds,

as if they are designed to entice us 

to spread the seed far and wide.

This place is threatened,

oh, it looks so safe and stable,

as if it will always be this way,

So I picked the photo to show you

what a natural meadow looks like,

(even if meadows in VT came from clear cutting 

old growth forests over a century ago),

The milkweed supports monarch butterflies,

Where are they this year?

Bulldozer bulldozes,

plants that look like weeds,

manicure that dirt pile,

plant grass,

goodbye milkweed.