The small rural town in northern New Hampshire sits quiet, waiting, church steeple pointing toward heaven, cutting through the slanted snow, sitting center of county farms, welcoming visitors to the Blue Cloud restaurant but wanting them to leave after a spell, seeing Ned and JD at the post office and collaring Reverend Thompson in the square to discuss the holiday pageant, going to bed thinking of the cake not ordered from Brown's Bakery, waking to the best coffee ever made and a world of white.© Poem Fix http://www.poemfix.com 2012
Photo: Irving Rusinow
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