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.
