Tuesday, January 27, 2009


(A house, in the village.)

    My little house must think it queer
    To watch my woods fill up with snow.

(He looks out his window, at his woods, distant, wistful. Curtain.)

comments: 2

Elaine Fine said...

Smiles to go
Before I sleep

Michael Leddy said...

Not yet! The afternoon is young (sort of).