I remember July mornings
Stepping among pools of shade
And leafy bird song
To find your purple door
A portal
Your kitchen garden
A haven to deer
And other shades of beauty
My words can’t express.
I remember July mornings
Stepping among pools of shade
And leafy bird song
To find your purple door
A portal
Your kitchen garden
A haven to deer
And other shades of beauty
My words can’t express.
Joan–I love the title of this poem, but your lovely lines are not enough! I want to hear more about “The Poet’s House.” I will hope for part two.
Happy October!
Alice and Willow
Thank you, Alice, you’ve got me thinking…stay tuned! *smiling heart**willows in mist*