And beside a log fire in winter when it's snowing outside . It's a wonderful world . Me thinks I am grateful to be alive !imaginary friend wrote:Loved your poem, Yorkshire L. The last verse (and line) is the perfect wrap!
There are two places where to be alone is sublime
- a garden of whatever size and type, in summer, with bees zizzying all around
- a beach in autumn, when the crowds have disappeared, and the sounds of waves and seabirds rule
YL