coming up roses

electric eel

Bells Of Gray Crystal 

Bells of gray crystal

Break on each bough--

The swans' breath will mist all

The cold airs now.

Like tall pagodas

Two people go,

Trail their long codas

Of talk through the snow.

Lonely are these

And lonely and I ....

The clouds, gray Chinese geese

Sleek through the sky.

-Dame Edith Sitwell

sweeet slumberland

I love sleeep!!! The bed is such a tender trap for me. I would love to curl up in any of these yummy ones and take a little nap & dream a little dream.

penny tree