Mellow fields by the river
Autumn is divine
Quiet is coming
Cats in the window, study
Stews, clam chowder, baking
Coffee and the bookstores
Quilts and deep sleep
Every season a spell
Stone fences and country roads
Vermont trees like fairy tales
Sunsets and the stars shine
Holidays, Halloween, Stephen King
Inward with the pensive mind
Classical music by a fire
Write a poem of lighthouses
Joy, the simple gratitude of being
Romance needs peace and the sea
Boston like a cradle of birth
The White Mountains like paradise
How I miss the elves of New England
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
reading your nice write, I too ''miss the elves of New England'', Joseph... :) ''ciao'' from Tuscany p.s.: lovely picture, too!