The front porches of the cottages leading down to Mill Street opened to tree lined streets. On summer evenings the front porch was where the days were revisited and tomorrows were discussed and dreams were shared.
The Garden Bench
My garden bench and early morning,
leaves filtering the light,
dancing with the breeze.
Wildflowers pushing warmed loam.
A moment to linger,
This day is a promise,
from a waning winter.
© Robert Frink Jr., 2010, all right reserved except where specifically stated otherwise.