Night Music
Sometimes
long after dark,
windows open
to cold vague breezes,
one hears
faraway tires
crunch on gravel
doves cry
leaves murmur
in the rain.
Life’s cello
adagio.
* * *
long after dark,
windows open
to cold vague breezes,
one hears
faraway tires
crunch on gravel
doves cry
leaves murmur
in the rain.
Life’s cello
adagio.
* * *
posted by Jonas | 9/02/2010 12:13:00 PM
3 Comments:
Fermata :)
You post the most beautifully appropriate photos -- this post is an emotional double whammy.
Exquisite. I can picture it. I can hear it. Oh, yes!
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