©Julie Marie Hoey
ancient scents waft up
emitted from the loam
visiting the heart of Maine
tis here I feel at home
pale Payne’s grey kisses
Keoka Lake’s current
skimming hills—the tree tops
grace exuded; it’s inherent
drowsing amongst birdsong
enveloped in its grace
reflecting, simply listening
all uneasiness erased
rain song whispers—drumming
the loon’s call haunts
serenading serenity
there’s nothing more I want
Julie Marie Hoey is an award-winning poet and artist. On her first visit to cousins John and Claire Pendergast on Keoka this summer, she was inspired to write this poem.
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