Friday, 7 March 2014

In the countryside


These houses lying close –
to landscape, history,
prudent traditions –
easy to think them
exotic vernacular,
scenery for thoughts
we bring with us –
or hoped to leave behind.

The colours of place –
balconies, chimneys, stone, wood,
precipitate slopes and foliage –
they can’t help but recall
a certain day, with just a hint,
up there in the mountains,
of autumn in stunned air.

Nowhere someone
calls home is remote.


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