her muted smile
Submitted by no_exit on Fri, 11/12/2010 - 11:17pm.
evening sun, the wild grass
a gabled house, the weathercock turning
a picket fence, a fieldstone entry
boots on the doormat, a butcher's gait
his leather pouch, coins in his pocket
her muted smile, a warm embrace
a dark oak table, an amber bottle
a cut-glass tumbler, the tinkling of ice
logs on the fire grate, an odor of bread
fresh-cut daisies, her tenuous hands
a woman's portrait, her deep set eyes
a plate glass window, the brilliant sky

love it.
beautiful.
thanks Frost!
thanks Frost!