Wednesday, January 1, 2014

A small stone from the Similkameen

Suffused with music
I lay my head on white linen
as Handel and Bartoli caution me
about gathering roses......

and I drift to sleep

Lascia la Spina

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  1. BarbJanuary 2, 2014 at 5:56 PM

    A sweet, quiet moment - filled with music. Just like you, Hildred. Birthday wishes.

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