She rocked by her long French window, Beguiled by a butterfly flying, Loosening her mind to wander wherever it wanted to go. In a cloudy mist appeared a clown smiling, Pulling handkerchief colors in a long row, Through mist pastel hankies were waving, Messmerizing, hypnotizing in their flow. The cloudy clown entertained her in her sleepy reverie, Until the butterfly landed on window sill, Then poof went the magic scenery. ~ © Nora (Dreamer)(Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net) ~ January 2004 If you enjoyed this page, check these out: Confidants Mercer's Pond The Coming Of Spring And.......for many others, click the link for HOME. Home: Writers' Winter 2004 Index