Recollections of Maine
My sensitive toes are frozen - yet there is no snow.
The wind billows through my shirt - but there is no sound of rustling maple leaves.
Beneath my feet, the soil is loose - no glacial till of granite is too be seen.
My sensitive toes are frozen - yet there is no snow.
The wind billows through my shirt - but there is no sound of rustling maple leaves.
Beneath my feet, the soil is loose - no glacial till of granite is too be seen.