High on the Hudson, Olana mesmerizes and when Frederic Church was called away each winter, he must have felt that he was leaving his greatest love. Celebrating the majesty of the Catskills, the Hudson , and painterly beauty in photos and in words, at blog.amynelsonhahn.info
Hudson memoire
You appeared to me,
just over the rise
as in the milky glaze
of a dream half recognized
through the glaze of lace-curtain
memory skein
and long-awaiting eyes.
How could I forget you?
Outstretched and captive,
no longer remote as you once were,
I sensed the web between us
thicken and draw close,
the tide around us gather
and sustain.
Copyright (c) 2011 Amy Nelson Hahn
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