(A house, in the village.)
MAN
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.)
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Snowbound
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Smiles to go
ReplyDeleteBefore I sleep
Not yet! The afternoon is young (sort of).
ReplyDelete