It was summer. So despite the October snow, I thought I’d bring back this midsummer ramble.
High Summer in the Upper Valley
There really is a Windy Blood Lane:
exit the pond on Potato Road,
forget the two pairs of loons and chicks,
too many tiny islands to count
and turn left in between the camps,
mobile homes and cabins
where poison parsnips scar the roadsides.
Their bright yellow blooms
then burn for weeks
and months after.