Summers in Maine...
Low-anchored cloud, Newfoundland air, (Maine air?) Fountain head and source of rivers, Dew-cloth, dream drapery, And napkin spread by fays; Drifting meadow of the air, Where bloom the dasied banks and violets, And in whose fenny labyrinth The bittern booms and heron wades; Spirit of the lake and seas and rivers, Bear only purfumes and the scent Of healing herbs to just men's fields! Henry David Thoreau
Thank you, Gail Ribas, for sharing your Painting.
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