To Felloula

To Felloula

Nancy Horn The sky is glorious again tonight, dear -- high clouds glowing pink and yellow, the sun a huge vivid orb, blood-red almost against the purplish sky -- and my mind wanders again to you. The purples are deeper now, dear -- you really should see them -- and I can't keep from thinking that your dust and the desert dust we've blown sky-high have somehow given us this great beauty.                                                 December, 2003 Zajel / An-Najah National University