I loved my country bedroom window.
Wet trickling fingers in spring
Late summer's corn dust and the harvest haze
All the spiderwebs of autumn
And then in winter my fingers tracing the frost flowers.
It was complete.
A Childhood Window
I loved my country bedroom window.
Wet trickling fingers in spring
Late summer's corn dust and the harvest haze
All the spiderwebs of autumn
And then in winter my fingers tracing the frost flowers.
It was complete.