Sunday, January 24, 2010

holiday mail
the widow opens the door
to snowflakes 


Duna said...

Buen día. Tiempo de recolectar la aceituna para hacer aceite.

el campo se engalana
fruto de olivo

Muchos besos

illustration poetry said...

i dunno why, but i like reading this, though i dont really understand... but i think this is so sweet and tender.

Carlos Gesmundo said...

Thank you, Duna. I always appreciate your gift of verses.



Carlos Gesmundo said...

Hi Mita. Snowflakes just follow you around, sometimes like little kids. You open the door to collect mail. Snowflakes greet you instead.

Best regards.

Anonymous said...

This made me smile.

Aarohi Narain said...

Beautiful. :)

Carlos Gesmundo said...

Thank you, Aarohi.