posted on Jun, 15 2015 @ 05:32 PM
Ummm...I apologize in advance...however...no animals were harmed during the creation of this poem...
I wrote this last night just as I was nodding off...This is another in my series of cottage poems...
The little cupboard sits the dishes that are never used
The glass front and the lighting speak display
No finger prints no marks of wear no little hands abused
Perhaps that's why so elegant they stay
Beside the little cupboard is the antique wooden file
Patina dressed the white oak quarter sawn
The craftsmanship so beautiful it lights my face in smile
I spin connections through these thoughts I've drawn
Round the corner art deco the metal fireplace
Three open sides it hangs there on the wall
The starlings quit the chimney that updraft claim that space
As captive dance of flame intentions call
Opposite the fireplace large windows frame the view
The waters of the lake quiescent lay
Fox island rises from the fog bleached of verdant hue
These the scenes that greet me every day
Thank you for your consideration...