May 25, 2020
The petals pool around the blue vase
Set between the candle sticks that we lit every night
For dinner
All those years
And my fingers brush the softness
Reminded of Swan Lake and the
Light I saw reflected in your eyes
That first night at the ballet
So much a part of my childhood
So much not a part of yours
And reminded too of standing with you
In Sissinghurst Gardens in early spring
its White Room empty and quiet
No white roses climbing, no flowers blooming
And saying, “It is too bad we won’t see this”
And you saying “We will come back”
And we did.
Had to look up the white room online. Soooo beautiful. Thank you!
Thank you, Becky.
I just love your blog. You paint such beautiful pictures with words!
Hope you are doing well. I also enjoyed your COVID-related posts.
Alisa (from writing retreats)
How nice to hear from you, Alisa, and I am glad you like my blog. I hope you and yours are well!
Ah my dear Kristin–what a painting and what music you create with your poetry. Thank you dear friend. Swan Lake–yes I understand.
Suzanne
Thank you, Suzanne–glad you liked it.
K