The chair left out in the garden night all winter Sits waiting for the summer day all night.
The insides of the metal arms are frozen. Over the house the night sky wheels and turns
All winter long even behind the day.
David FerryThe chair left out in the garden night all winter Sits waiting for the summer day all night.
The insides of the metal arms are frozen. Over the house the night sky wheels and turns
All winter long even behind the day.
David Ferry