April shower..

[calico48103]

I sit at the top of the house on a cold windy day.
I look out the window at the tops of the trees,
I see water on the ground and can hear windchimes sing.
From downstairs rises the sounds of a woman singing celtic songs,
or perhaps something else...
so faint there are no words, ony the sounds.
Like the calling of ghosts from the past.

Comments

[the_mad_elf]

Hugs and smooches for my dearest blonde!!!!!!

[darthshoes]

I have missed my blonde so very much. I miss your musings, your poetic nature and mostly your way of strong-arming me away from the shoes when I am on the verge of relapse.