New Jersey

This week has been an adventure in writing!  I realized as I sat down to write this that it's the first time I've attempted to write a poem in nearly ten years.  I decided to start my adventure in poetry with my grandparents' home where all of my summer travels always began.  Pictures will follow later this week!

Juliustown, New Jersey

A veneer of new lies thin on aged walls.

Warm, comforting and familiar 

generations of smiling faces line the halls.

Vague memories of childhood; 

the soft creek of the narrow stairs

sturdily built azure painted wood

take me to a place filled with past cares.

Dusty, musty and old things are laid down.

Long forgotten books, tattered by years,

the yellowing lace of my mother's wedding gown.

Holidays peek from boxes, tinsel  tears

leaking from their edges.

The distant sound of a morning dove pass

through the lone window on a warm breeze

carrying the aroma of fresh cut grass 

the sweet smell of honeysuckle ease

the humid scent of wet asphalt

after a mid-summer storm.