a poem of the day March 7 

Long old abandoned

but still with a view

humbled on the road

with an invisible hue

Big trees lined up

very side by side

in the evening air

of the countryside

The old place is now

a new restaurant

that has somehow

landed in the hills

of Charlemont

It made me think of

other fallen places passed

that find some way

to be reborn and recast