Today’s Day Poem August 25 August is not autumn in Maine of course, except as they say, where the Maples have their feet in the water. Behind the beaver dam on the Bascom, the Maples are knee deep in the flooded forest, and here already in the third week of August the green has died … Continue reading Autumn before time…
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