Anna at the window

her face turned
three quarter profile
gazing pensively
at the city half asleep
snow falling
a cathedral bell rings
in the distance
her breasts rise
with her breathing
as she ponders
the future
still a blank canvas
to draw upon

12 thoughts on “Anna at the window

  1. The words mean so much, did you write that yourself Leonard. I so love the sound of Church Bells ringing, I always listen BBC Radio 4 or is it BBC World Service when they play Bells from whatever Church/Cathedral around midnight or maybe 1am – I am chatting too much aren’t I?

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