.
By the French windows
drenched in golden summer sun
I snooze with a book
.
by Scooj
- On recalling one of my favourite rooms in my grandparent’s house.
.
By the French windows
drenched in golden summer sun
I snooze with a book
.
by Scooj
In seventy-nine
we two played with a lightness
enjoying the snow.
Twin rod tips watched with
dedication and fragile
anticipation.
by Scooj