Welcome. Edgartown News was born from the simple fact that I have ink and Dektol in my veins and I need to write and photograph more than I need air or food, and from my love for this little town where I grew up and raised my family, the town I have left a few times but can't quite shake for good. Here you will find the wanderings and musings, photographs and commentary; the people, places, and happenings - past and present - of a small island town: my home town.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

A Pool of Daffodils

A poem by Alison Boylston Piazza.

Every winter, year after year,
We wait for signs of spring to appear,
As we struggle through wind and snow and frost.
But then, when it seems all hope is lost,
A fountain of forsythia spills
Into a pool of daffodils.






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  1. ALMApril 15, 2011 at 2:00 AM

    I love your mother's poem! Also, love the beautiful pictures. Thanks again Sara.
    Allouise

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