Tall hedges rustle bullied by icy breezes beat against the window relentless neon Buick sign pushes the insistent light of capitalism through cream lace curtains after sunset .
A poem chronicling my New England adventure. My daughter and I moved to Massachusetts in Oct of 06-June 08 .Inspired by such wonderful scenery with lush spring and summer beauty , wonderfully dramatic falls and long winters , I wrote and took many pictures .Our rental home was behind a car dealership .My bedroom had two sets of windows that needed several layers of drapes to block out the light.