Thursday, January 23, 2020

Small Words, Bright Walls

“There’s some peace in this but it’s prolific, too.”

High ceilings washed in sunlight
From tall, south-facing windows
Golden winter afternoons
In the Northern Hemisphere,

A comfortable tree stump
In the mountains in autumn
Beside a tapestried creek
Swirling its patterns of leaves,

A chapbook of poetry
Printed on creamy paper
In a chair by a cabin
Above the deep summer lake,

Or whatever you prefer—
The best world’s light and texture,
The happiest descriptions 
Floating along and away.

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