James Taylor

Now the first of December
was covered with snow,
and so was the turnpike
from Stockbridge to Boston.

All the Berkshires, they seemed dreamlike
on account of that frostin',
ten miles behind me,
and ten thousand more to go...

Oh, James Taylor. I love you :)


So yeah. Bit of a play on "Sweet Baby James." NaPoWriMo day 15! Two weeks complete!

"On Account of that Frosting"

My mom can't help chuckling
when people wax poetic
about the Smoky Mountain slopes in October.

Says they must've never seen the Berkshires,
glowing dreamlike and bonfire-frosted
in the autumn sun.