Another beautiful poem and stunning video.
It snowed along the night, piling up
to just beneath the window sills,
mostly printouts, black and white,
so we shaped an outdoor dining set
of ink and paper, and took our morning coffee
on the balcony.
Orchilla dearest, you fill my thoughts
with wasted words
that I will not share with you.
And yet for lunch, as a special surprise,
I shall prepare spaghetti macramé al dente.
View original post 391 more words
REFLECTIONS 
Thank you so much for sharing The Letter, Sobhana. I have nothing in particular to say about it, and if I did I would probably be critical. I hope that winter is not too fierce where you are, here in the far south it reached 100F again today.
LikeLike