(Reworked from an earlier post around 2015)
Curtains still drawn.
Lamp light glow on the oak refectory table.
Colours fading on the blue and gold tray
with the image of Van Gogh’s
Almond Tree Blosom, diminishing.
My turquoise mug with the same timeless
design placed alongside the cafetière of
freshly brewed coffee.
Books on shelves, favourite things nearby,
objects of stillness with no question of
why or where, simply rooted where I place them.
What would they be if I weren’t here to
love them even more in this almost light,
shared with the first bird calling the morning
to begin again.
Masked Native 
A word picture filled with old world charm. To be read over and over.
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Thank you Tom, I always appreciate your comment. Hope all is well with you.
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