A forest clearing untouched for decades on private land.
We were there looking at clouds when I first reached out  to take
your hand.
Where all the pure white fathers came from I'll never know.
So wonderous wafting and whirling. They did put on
a show.
Honeysuckle in bloom and sounds of  gurgling stream.
When I look back on it all now it seems like a dream within
a dream.

Near the borders of the St. Lawrence river there are towns that seem frozen in time. Stuck in stillness and silence knee high flowers exploding through the center of main street.
I can still see and smell them,
and that scene is sweet.
So pure and healthy .
Gone are  the poor
same as the wealthy.

Abandoned schools not even boarded up. No cars no  people. No one for miles.
Just me and the sunshine  my guide( a local)  and smiles.
The diverted water still crushing its way through some strange and vast concrete construction  designed  to serve some forgotten purpose. Now just rife for play.
We stay and it makes our day.
Functioning , apparently unmaintained. Like everyone just disappeared except they took everything with them but the crayfish
who now dance and sing.

Nature reclaiming so certain and so fast
making meaningless those things we thought were  "built to last".
The sky bluer than any painting.