I wrote this poem a few years ago, and now it has found its way into this month’s issue of the Hudson Valley magazine Chronogram. Even now as I read it for the hundredth time, I find several things I would like to tweak, which proves, I suppose, that poems are somehow living, organic beings. Alas, here it is in Chronogram, so take a peek:
And, by the way, if you enjoy the combination of nature, wineries, craft beer, mountains, water, bookshops, quiet, music, festivals, farming, hiking trails, artisans and galleries, you might just want to spend a day or two or three exploring the Hudson Valley region of New York. Spots like New Paltz and Woodstock have nestled into my heart, and they might just offer you something too.