Where have they gone,this sunny day?His chair empty,her bonnet stayslace tableclothprecious arrayabundant fruitsroses to sayhe still loves her...
Ah, now I seea stolen hoursome time alonein her boudoir.
Jo, I can't see the picture, so it's tough for me to interpret the verse. Sorry...
Well, I can see it and it's perfect! To heck with the tea!
I see we have some things in common. I could not see yourpicture either, but your poemwas full of images. I like how you left the ending to the imagination! Adding you to mylinks, like your blog! :)
The poem was beautiful!
Great image and, as usual, a wonderful use of language - a fan