In the Orangery
she comes here to sit still, and be alone
the scent of orange blossoms in the air
of the outside world she is hardly aware
pouring over a book written by old masters
poems that transport her mind and soul away
written words that she will carry through the day
to soon the afternoon becomes the evening
return she must to her life beyond these walls
with blossoms in her heart, she goes where duty calls
7/19/14
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2014
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