
Bright morning light through crooked pine trees
Wide winding roads and crunchy crinkling leaves
Calm chilly air and wind-blown hair
Breathing begins to hum.
One by one the houses fade
These times are temporary.
Water wells and barbed wire bushes
Vegetable gardens and ross0 bocce cushions
Unlocked doors and safety assures
Crowded thoughts simplify.
Smiling faces from porches wave
These times are temporary.
Sepia shadows sing stories golden
Cellar doors offer cicchetti invitation
Pasta dries around wet laughing eyes
History becomes clear.
Sense of belonging anchored brave
These times are temporary.
Stark surprises bring powerful pain
Holding memories tight in lieu of promise again
Craving chaotic kitchen chatter with people who matter
Community binds like a band-aid.
Resilience, regret and relief ingrained
These times are temporary.
Rocky roads, fishing poles and dirty skinned knees
Slow cemetery strolls and a blue balmy breeze
Terrazzo church floor sprinkled yellow daffodils galore
Faith is restored.
Accordion polka swirls light in step save
These times are temporary.
Crispy cookie crostoli, lemoncello pie
Penny poker bingo night, lightning bug lit sky
Warm crocheted blanket made with love and care,
Savory waft of bread fills the evening air
Moments are momentous.
Times of tradition and overwhelming Italian pride
Grab gratitude for the pocket and enjoy the colorful ride.



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