From a Girl's Window

From a Girl's Window

This window frames for me alone

Clouds across which birds have flown.

It panels low hills and a sky

Where storms and stars and new suns lie.

On the curtains trees have laid

Cool, grey fingerprints of shade.

Through its casements moons have crossed,

And winds, and still white-slippered frost.

Dawns creeping in, tiptoe, have spread

Silken rose quilts on the bed.

And dust flies to the sill and sings

Of strangely lovely, wistful things.

~Ethel Romig Fuller, Kitchen Sonnets

This was the view for me last weekend.

A pleasant, wonderful time away with girlfriends.

Time to refresh, talk, and enjoy some meals together

is pure delight.