Dispatch from Pietrasanta, Italy
White dish towel flutters from
a window framed by green shutters.
A glimpse of graceful fingers, amiable arms,
oval face, slender form leaning over the threshold.
She speaks with clear, pleasing tones
to someone sheltered within
the cool recess of the window
as she shakes the white towel
free of the morning’s breadcrumbs.
And just a few pics ...
The full moon from my apartment living room in Pietrasanta
From St. Caterina's Cheisa in Pisa: