Thick woven tweed,
A kettle that sings,
Snow on the pane,
Frozen wind winter brings.
Leather-bound books,
Purring cat at my side,
Bottled up dreams,
On summer wings gently glide.
Dream on sleepy child,
Dream of calm summer songs,
When the wind whips the glass,
Your heart, summer longs.
~Anna Michael~
A kettle that sings,
Snow on the pane,
Frozen wind winter brings.
Leather-bound books,
Purring cat at my side,
Bottled up dreams,
On summer wings gently glide.
Dream on sleepy child,
Dream of calm summer songs,
When the wind whips the glass,
Your heart, summer longs.
~Anna Michael~
2 comments:
This is one of my favorite poems you have ever written! It's so comforting and cozy.
Very nice, specifically the part about leather-bound books! =D
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