Cold

Dear Monty,






I am cold in throat and bones.
Weak sun
The garden Italianate in its appearance cheers me





Then as if by some mystical communication
A post-card from Siena
Piazza del Campo
From Charles Hawes




In another strange parallel
He has a cold
And the weather breaks

I'm looking at winter bones
Through thinning leaves -
Each season gives generously






I'm not melancholy.



        Paul

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  1. AND you star (well, rather quietly!) here, too! http://charleshawes.veddw.com/

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