Sunday, December 3, 2017

DECEMBER HAS ME DREAMING OF HOMES... (and thus I pen poems) !



No swank pied-à-terre
with a quaint crystal stair;

No ranch where
the deer wander free;
The home I like best
is the one "well-addressed"
Boasting lawns, garden paths,
Graceful trees...
*****
The fine thing
about it,
I trust you'll agree,
is the "wealth" such a place
Soon attracts...
Hummingbirds gild the lane,
Sunlit beams light the panes,
And a host of warm winds
Swell the eaves !

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