 | Connecticut Council of Poets Laureate |
| Connecticut Council of Poets Laureate |
| NEW MILFORD WALKING IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD By James R. Scrimgeour, Poet Laureate, New Milford 2016-2022 Looking at the cute cuddly cloud creatures drifting across clear blue sky above the lime green willow tresses weaving in the spring breeze — only the lack of cars and the lack of people remind us that we sheltering our eighty year old bodies in place not that far from an epicenter of the coronavirus — such a beautiful spring day, such a contrast between the surface beauty of the natural world and the danger lying unseen inside and on top of it. The last time we had this clear a view of heaven — it was nine eleven. PHOTO TAKEN By James R. Scrimgeour, Poet Laureate, New Milford 2016-2022 On our first walk on the River Trail since the onset of Covid-19 — orange day lilies (and one bud for tomorrow) in the lower left hand corner — four stalks of mullein stand erect in the center, the yellow tip of the tallest tickles, lights up the dark swath of current that divides the rippling green, the inverted trees, the gloomy brooding heads on the other side that contrast so sharply with the mullein and its healing blooms appearing one after another as they climb their steps to the sun, make medicine to relieve fever, cough, etc. — you can boil them into a tea, rub them into your skin, or just sit still and look — there, now don’t you feel better? |
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