should we go?
|the crocuses vanished!|
the car slides on the road even before we are out of the village.
we drive on eastward slowly! cautiously!
finally -- behind a salt and sand truck
slow but not slippery.
into new hampshire it is 33 degrees --
a slippery road temperature -- and snowing.
it lets up for a bit, but then before concord
even deeper snow. on we go.
finally it is 35 and a freezing rain.
gradually, gradually, the land is lower
the trees shorter, the ground flatter
"i smell the ocean" says john.
the bridge, the state of maine,
its motto "maine --cold, but damp"
the hotel, a good dinner.
next morning winter's fist unclenches
its open hand offers bright sunshine!
long rolling waves, the marginal way,
children in easter clothes go barefoot on the beach
coats are shucked in surprise!
a perfect day! are we really in maine?
more fishy meals consumed
we sit with the coatless many --
where did they all come from?? --
|click to enlarge!|
in bitter wind and icy rain.
we start for home.
and along maine's shore road,
forsythia has bloomed!