Something about the Berkshires that always draws me back to muse on it’s nature. Not just the fresh air and the abundance of trees and animals. It’s also the colors. Simply, put year-round its colors are as varied and spectacular as any place I’ve ever lived in over a prolonged period of time. This picture in particular gives me a sense of amazement, and not just for the streaking colors of blue in the sky, but in the variance of colors from the grass and the trees. Also, this court house holds a special and monumental moment in my life.
The Georgian architecture is everwhere in the Berkshires and Great Barrington’s town hall is no exception.
poetree | blue bricks
blue bricks and sweet kicks
dawned frozen chosen sunrises
wrinkled dreams of a past elusive
distance is our friend and time is our destiny
let our minds awake free
thawed from ice
to awaken to the colors of trees and streams
stones and birds nestled into corners of earthen brownstone
further down the line the paddler discovers the current
and its sway is that of magnetic forces destined to determine
red bricks and savory licks of my face
are the remnants of years past away.
On another note, I’m going to finish Roberto Bolano’s The Savage Detectives this month.