Words like wings come to me 4 months in the house The air is still fresh, the light comes and finds me through windows I cherish my quilts, my Sumatra coffee, the coming and going of my cat, Picchu the camaraderie of friends the grand kids that light my stage the restless heart awakens I dream of long walks summer barbecues a swim across a cool pool You, there swimming, too.
Sunday, 4 March 2012
4 Months in the House - Anita
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