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Maine Reflections

Maine Reflections
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listen! the story of a year.

When Even the Inanimate Seem to Rise and Fall With Breath

It’s that time of year in Maine–

same time six years ago

when together, we fell in love with this bit of rocky land

after one traipse around its woodsy path,

one round trip down the gravel road–

that godly time in May in Maine when even

the inanimate seem to rise and fall with breath–

when along the road fiddleheads still knot tightly into fists,

the grading truck now come and gone–when you can hit fifty

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4 Responses to Maine Reflections

  1. sue baumgardner December 1, 2008 at 1:02 pm #

    Cynthia has the ability to take the common, everyday…and make it sacred.
    Bravo!
    SueB

  2. carol smallwood December 2, 2008 at 11:48 am #

    I’ve never visited Maine but Cynthia’s poems make me free close to fiddleheads, fieldstone, the drumbeats and birch bark of the Amaseconti. Keep more coming! I am familiar with The Aurorean: a great poetry ambassador; her greeting card photography speaks for the Northeast.

  3. carol smallwood December 2, 2008 at 12:00 pm #

    I’ve never visited Maine but Cynthia’s poems make me feel close to fiddleheads, fieldstone, the drumbeats and birch bark of the Amaseconti. Keep more coming! I am familiar with The Aurorean, a great poetry ambassador; her greeting card photography captures the Northeast.

  4. Katherine Butler December 3, 2008 at 1:32 pm #

    Through Cynthia’s ability to capture the perfect moment and preserve it in verse…thank you! This time of year, especially, it is a precious reminder of home. Always continue writing.

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