An Hour Alone
When the day's living has left me full of stress
If only for an hour, I make the world go away
Lock the door, a hot bath and a glass of wine
And let music, perhaps a Bach symphony, play
Slowly my heavy burdens begin to lighten
A sigh, a sip and with the sweet melody drift
Soon enough reality will call again, but for now
I appreciate this small but treasured gift…..
For the Indulgence contest...
1/29/15
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2015
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