Cold
Dear Monty,
Paul
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
AND you star (well, rather quietly!) here, too! http://charleshawes.veddw.com/
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