The farmhouse emanates
a sense of peace
found otherwise only
in trout streams
and stands of
white pine.
Stone walls
in shrouded symmetry
that have endured
a century of endless winters.
Gardens and treelines
offer quietude and a
resolution for all that
has come before
but on some evenings
the heart remains
in a place unspeakable
in a place unspeakable
to anyone but you
for who else would know.
for who else would know.
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