New England Postcard

Late summer moment grasp, just and merely, in between swelter and shiver, in between easy free and returns, in between dance and march (I like both), in between days all outside and in. Spare twilighting layers, lamps, picnic packed, nor are those reasons to be on anything but an arrow and flight machine on Vermont dirt roads, right now racing only heartbeats and ends. Barns farm silos fences sighing in the skimming light, home road looped shoulder to shoulder, glint to grin, calm to remarkable amber greens glow.