Thursday, September 26, 2013

Best Room in the 'House'

Its dome is blue, the carpet green
Or bronze or frosted silver sheen
There are no walls to fence us in
No dusting and no vacuuming

A theater where, from front-row
We marvel at each season-show
Sunrise, sunset, the view is free
From doorways vaulting to the sea

No ‘don’t touch this and don’t sit there’
No sticky fingerprinted air
Its welcome mat rolls to the sky
Beneath soft vesper-lullaby

Here, with our tea we linger long
And listen to Time’s perfect song
Intoned by zephyr, bird and bloom
In nature’s grandiose living-room

© Janet Martin

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