Welcome to Sunday Poetry. If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration of my Sunday poetry blogs here.

I’m in the midst of house hunting and location hunting now, and I thought this poem particularly fitting to share. Dream Home by William Reichard was such fun to stumble upon. Have you ever entered the HGTV Dream Home Sweepstakes? You’ll understand. We might be on our way south, but I’m not foolish enough to believe warm weather solves every problem, although it will solve the “problem” of 300 inches of snow in the winter, our destiny if we decided to live year round by a certain New York lake.

Remember, we read poetry together here for the pure pleasure of the experience. There are no quizzes, no right ways to read or contemplate the poem we share. Absolutely no dissecting allowed. Just come along for the “read.” What line, word or thought will you carry with you this week? If you’d like to tell us where the poem took you? We’ll listen.

Remember, too, there is a special giveaway in progress for those who comment on any Sunday Poetry blog before year’s end.  An autographed copy of Billy Collins’s Horoscopes for the Dead.  See the details here.

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