poems as it were March 28, 2014by heather anne she’s aching he’s on his best behaviour they sleep in Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
Some call it red 
nice
Sounds familiar…
What a lovely dream this would be. 😉
Evocative…
Been there, Nice
absence makes the heart grow fonder! 😉
It must be raining outside… or snowing… or too cold, eh?
Mysterious and unsettling. I like it.