poems as it were March 28, 2014by heather anne she’s aching he’s on his best behaviour they sleep in Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest 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.