On Lake Sunapee, N.H.
”Talismanic rosary in hand,
I watch the breath of morning rise.
Warm mists, drifting upward
from the cold waters of the deep lake,
ascend into heaven. New clouds,
baby clouds form, from water to air,
a mystery unfolding before me.’’
— From “Metanoia,’’ by Newbury, N.H.-based poet Dianalee Velie. Read the whole poem here. Newbury is on Lake Sunapee.
“After the cancer got down in his bones, old Bill
didn’t want much to kill — not even on the wing.
Still, he did have that crack young bitch Pointer Belle,
just now getting round to her best, her prime-years savvy,
Would she be the wrong damned creature ever to waste?’’
— From “Well, Everything,’’ by Sydney Lea, a former poet laureate of Vermont. He lives in Newbury, Vt.
A ruffled grouse, one of the most popular victims of New England hunters in the fall. The poem talks about grouse hunting.
The Connecticut River from Newbury, Vt,
Marker of former bridge in Newbury.
