I saw these trees in a foggy field at sunset on the way home from the AMC workshop near the Alexandria, NH town center.
- Two Trees -
Pals from birth.
Together through all seasons.
Never knowing a song or reason.
Through fog, cold wind, rain and blitzen.
Never counted as citizen'.
Ever present in our souls and our cravin'.
Perhaps with a foal or raven.
Never far from our eye.
Always here beneath our New Hampshire skies.
--- Mike, the Flawed poet, 01/09/2006.
I saw these trees in a foggy field at sunset on the way home from the AMC workshop on
Here is a photo and poem about togetherness as we in New Hampshire and elsewhere around the northern hemisphere wait for the daylight hours to grow longer.