by Michael Estabrook
What I love the most
after traipsing through dark, dusty rooms
in old Victorian mansions
and stumbling along
root-strewn woodland trails,
the bees and horse-flies working hard
to impede our progress,
is to sit here in our quiet room
in the Inn first thing in the morning, sipping
that first cup of steamy coffee,
listening to the soothing, sonorous sounds
of my wife’s sweet, […]