A Little Bit of Sharp
Day 202
Bells Of Gray Crystal by Dame Edith Sitwell
Bells of gray crystal
Break on each bough–
The swans’ breath will mist all
The cold airs now.
Like tall pagodas
Two people go,
Trail their long codas
Of talk through the snow.
Lonely are these
And lonely and I ….
The clouds, gray Chinese geese
Sleek through the sky.
Break on each bough–
The swans’ breath will mist all
The cold airs now.
Like tall pagodas
Two people go,
Trail their long codas
Of talk through the snow.
Lonely are these
And lonely and I ….
The clouds, gray Chinese geese
Sleek through the sky.
Oh, how I love playing “catch up.” I spent the two hours at the church while Sami practiced, editing Christmas concert photos, practice photos from last week for the production and two days worth of Christmas tree photos. This is a crystal garland my mother has draped in one of her Christmas trees. I liked how the lights made it sparkle…
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. . . what was that you said? There you go dangling shiny objects in front of Miss Magpie again!
Think about how I struggled with those sparkly things right in front of me!!!