Larry's Blog

SPOT POND IN STONEHAM

I found a feather in your land
a scarlet flame fell from heaven
we are back to primitive summer days
mullein sumac yarrow
thistles in time

I found a feather in your land
a scarlet flame fell from heaven
we are back to primitive summer days
mullein sumac yarrow
thistles in time

soft musty smell of marshes
on moist June days
a roaring highway nearby
but soft silences
where berried cedar sleeps

lake stretches on its horizon
impervious to commerce
geranium and wild rose greet me
now I trade the road’s sound
for long silences where this
abandoned railroad winds

the tracks are gone
a few ties in place
here and there
along the right of way
an iron spike lies in clover and buttercups

no whistle sounds
on the path from Boston to Lawrence
home now to pollypoddy ferns
the trail is still

I near the lake
from pickerel rock (some
call it turtle)
I survey rippling waters
one mile clear to the north
the sun is hiding

three islands of discontent
boatmen will now visit them
and moments of history

I complete the ciruit of the lake
purple vetch and scarlet cinqfoil
thrive near clumps of daisies
and marching buttercups

the light is different now
I walk down cathedral aisles
tall grasses with honeysuckle
intertwined on either side

my day ends with clustered cups of
mushrooms by a log
a woodthrush chimes a final song
light flits through sullen trees
and I am gone