Above the Mantel
A stretch and yawn, upon the dawn, where golden sunlight warms
Venetian blinds, are wound with care, and opens up the morn
The early dew is drying now, and sun lies on the hills
The chill of night has disappeared, and everything is still
Two doves are strutting on the path, of cobblestone and sand
A clothesline strung across the yard, sails sheets against the wind
A quaintness of a cottage row, hangs on to yesterday
Where doves would sing a peaceful song, to welcome a new day
Inspired by a Painting... 9/1/14
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