Amy’s Bakery. Sam Cooke. Soundtrack for Main Street. Sunday morning musicians’ coffees. Everything Sticks with brie. Firetrucks. Bag man on bicycle. Cowboy hats & Keens. Travelers passing through. Cinnamon. Slumbering town aWaKeNs.
K.Salasin
Tag: Vermont
Never Grow Up
all three of my “boys”
fly to the porch
to see the front loader
plow snow piles
12 feet high
Kelly Salasin
Homemade Pizza
Snow plummets itself
off our roof
like sacks of flour
PLOP, PLOP, PLOP
While the white stuff
shakes itself from the sky
a la parmesean.
Sauce anyone?
Kelly Salasin
Snow on Snow on Snow
White on white
world.
Hourly avalanches
off the roof.
Snow
breast-high
filling our view
at the French doors
like a glass of milk.
Kelly Salasin
Trespassing
Having land is like being pregnant.
“I walked your land the other day,” friends say, like taking the liberty of touching your belly.
It’s too late (and equally awkward) to respond, “No, don’t.”
Like a baby, land belongs to everyone.
Kelly Salasin, Timber Framed
This Vermont Life 