Thursday, January 5, 2012

5th smallstone Jan 2012

 wind from the north, via Fleurance , Puycasquier, past the garden where roses wait to be pruned, around the atelier of the aged mechanic, competing with the sound of his drill   -and here in our garden  it sweeps the passiflora into parabola shapes, whips stray leaves into the fields and perhaps back again , brushes our faces, leaving a taste of January   

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