Produced by Dennis Camire

This week we offer two poems by Anne Wyman Holmes of Nobleboro.



By Anne Wyman Holmes


Old man cloud

       wanders in between the islands,


Licking the ledges,

       skimming the water,

Veiling the black trees and rocks.

He leaves a space

       for dancing sunlight,

Fades to gauze,


       swirls slowly,

Then wanders out again.



By Anne Wyman Holmes


My kayak cuts a wavering line

      through glass,


Dyed green by life and the reflections

      of the trees,

Diamond-studded by the sun.

No monarch’s crown can match a small boat’s wake.


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