Without Rhyme Or Reason
He Sings ......
From a window
I peruse,
My new view,
I watch silent rain,
That settles softly,
In crystal droplets,
I rest elbows on the sill,
And cast my eyes,
On bluebell woods,
Nearby,
A bird on a bough,
Is tuneless,
Until the door opens,
I step out,
And he sings…..
Linda Stuart Harnett © 2009
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He Sings ......
He Sings ......