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Ah, wistful indeed. I love it. It has a gentle loneliness about it
which is very feminine - paradoxically, an inner strength.

Andrew

On 06/12/2007, Anny Ballardini <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> All along with praise, indeed.
>
> On Dec 5, 2007 10:24 PM, Sheila Murphy <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
> > Glorious piece, Sharon. I love it. You and Henning Mandell do winter
> > beautifully!
> >
> > Regards, Sheila
> >
> > On Dec 5, 2007 10:26 AM, sharon brogan <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> >
> > > Here in the North
> > > we turn toward deeper
> > > darkness. Tonight's thin moon
> > >
> > > hides itself in clouds
> > > withholding snow. Our stars
> > > are curtained. No light falls
> > >
> > > on my skin. It does not
> > > touch me. I cannot
> > > feel it. I lie alone
> > >
> > > on this high, hard bed.
> > > Night follows night.
> > > I watch for the moon
> > >
> > > out these frosted windows,
> > > listen to the silence
> > > of winter. Trains pass by,
> > >
> > > their rattling wheels, their
> > > mournful call, taking someone
> > > somewhere. Where are you?
> > >
> > > Do you see this moon
> > > in your strange sky?
> > > Can you name the stars?
> > >
> > >
> > > --
> > >
> > >
> > > ~ SB  | http://www.sbpoet.com |  =^..^=
> > >
> >
>


-- 
Andrew
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