We had the luxury of having a beautiful old Vermont house to ourselves on a warm spring day. Sort of like being lost in time, with the world all around. I hope this captures the essence of the lives chronicled in the art and decorations in what could easily have been a quaint country inn on a sunny mountainside.
Anna's house sits on the marblemount
where the houses of used to be
still leave their footprint in the thicket
Anna's house brings the world to her
from Honduras to the Himalayas
in the work of many hands distant
Anna's house stands like a postcard perfect
against the maple syrup background
of the mountain slowly falling down
Anna's house celebrates the wood
that holds firm against the elements
and upright against gravity
Anna's house knows longing and loss
celebrates things remembered
leaves room for things to come
Anna's house is a chapel
preordained to outlast the living
unable to speak its story
Anna's house is a simple mystery
spinning the wool of history
into threads of memory