Willimantic

I shifted to Willimantic at the end of fall,
The fire on the trees had me in enthral.

The yellow leaves dazzled in the sun as I drove in the car,
The elegant houses seemed to bask in the glow and beckon me from far.

The cold weather for an Indian was a little too much
Until I saw the real cold and its frigid touch.

The history of the town built by threads is interesting
The story with the frogs is very intriguing.

I find the people open, loving and so helpful
It is a nice place to live as it is beautiful.

I am still new here and have much to see.
I look forward to the street fest and a part of it be.

The town has it all,  museum and theatre
With so much to do, the days have gone in blur.

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This poem is for an upcoming series of poems by Silver Birch Press. The theme is to talk about where we live. I was thinking about writing about my experience here since a long time and, I got my chance. Please share your views on it. I hope it gets published 🙂