The Fireplace

 

A hearth with burning embers

steady ticks Napoleon´s clock

A dimned lamp besides me

a decanter of grapes best elixir

Carpet slippers upon a rug so heavy

a comapnion to tend the fire

A compilation of tranquility earned

from labour this surely is deserved

The dogs sleep in close communion

dear friends of home and land

This retreat bedecked of domesticity

far removed from a world of haste

Hidden from view as few can see

beyond trees, shrubs and wisteria

It has grown about me as I too grow

a home so perfect a richness to delight in