The Music of Annisquam.

Here I rest upon the smooth rivers bank Resting under the protection of white birch Tasting the scent of spring on old Cape Ann As if being reborn in the late April sunshine Here thoughts and memoirs drift on the current Washing away on coppery green wave crests Watched by Snapdragon eyes gently drifting Wafting in the sweetness of a juniper breeze A brushed sedate glow of dusk mirroring light Painting the currents of the Annisquam River Lying in the peaceful and intrepid stillness I wonder if I’ve found a moment of perfection Softly baptized by the tepid evening drizzle I see the silvery notes fall to break the surface Playing the sweet libretto of rain and river A rising crescendo of new life awakening Here I find peace upon the placid rivers bank Lost in memory amidst honeysuckle moments It’s here that my spirit remains eternally young Ever blossoming in the late April moonlight