New, to me….
This calming home
A cottage far from the worries I carried
Like bricks on my back, so long,
So now, left behind…brilliant
And beautiful the snow tonight
Although Spring stepped in to take center stage
An understudy ushered back into the wings
Winter waits for her just applause
I wait for him, now happily
Braided rugs, brushed back hair
A vase of bright blooms on our table
Yes, our table
Teacups for two, while one waits,
The other winds up his spools of solitude
Soon to join, in the arms of pine trees
Their days to paint with slower strokes
Free to breath in serene air
What was broken, stronger
What was trouble, triumph
What is hers, now can be shared as his
Blankets, bedding, breakfast, bending branches
Woven into a tiara, crowning their quieted habitat
Where sleeping cats and a faithful hound
Complete their cozy corner, tucked away, in trust
Such beauty and beginnings here…
Age has disappeared, leaving no forwarding address
Sweet return to dreams I used to call my own
Awakened by the promise of peaceful nights
Beside the red barn, beneath the moon
Surrounded by the sound of stillness
Come and lay your shoulders near mine
And feel the opening of our story
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