Monday, August 11, 2008

Short break

We're off on a short holiday ;-)

Meanwhile I'll leave you to contemplate this poem by G. Eliot.


You love the roses - so do I. I wish
The sky would rain down roses, as they rain
From off the shaken bush. Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white
And soft to tread on. They would fall as light
As feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be
Like sleeping and like waking, all at once!

1 comment:

the fat girl said...

for some reason, i found that poem really touching. i almost cried...good choice!