Ah, Boston.
The fall, red ivy
on brick walls,
the friends I miss,
one and all.
In London I have lived
one rainy autumn;
In Madrid I have spent
a sunny spring;
In California I have lived
some twenty splendid summers,
but Boston calls to me —
of an autumn, red and gold,
across the sea.
Boston
05 Thursday Oct 2017
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Vivid images in your writing and it readsl like a throwback to an earlier time and style, it is very enjoyable reading your poems.
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