Somehow it has all
added up to song-
earth, air, rain and light,
the labor and the heat,
the mortality of the young.
I will go free of other
singing, I will go
into the silence of my songs, to hear
this song clearly.
W.B.
wish you were here to have coffee with. cause you are my favorite.
good thing - you are my favorite too.
ReplyDeletewhy am i blanking on the name of this place??? and after so many nice crossword mornings and conversations....
don't worry, it'll come to me..
ah ha! spruce confections!