Face In Firelight--Briton Riviere

As twilight now comes, we view a fair maiden, flushed by the fire, in the hush of the room after spending her day, where the heather was strewn The stroke of the brush, shows a blush on her cheeks She's enthralled by the flame, while a red setting sun, says a farewell to the day, while she sits in her chair as the light dwindles down As she sits by the fire, while she waits for her tea There is smoke in the breeze, and a whippoorwill song There is dusk on the meadow, and dew on the hill as the moonlight enhances the old window sill She sits and reflects, in the warm amber glow As the evening is fading, and the fire burns low With Tabby, her cat, her one faithful friend, Who sits in her lap, and purrs soft and slow She will muse for awhile, dream of a far distant lands She will dream of true love, as the brush strokes will blend She will imagine her mate in the red fire's flame while the stroke of the artist, will take us along Transported by art, transported in rhyme We are swooned by the paint, and the thoughts that have bloomed that capture this girl in the room. ________________________________________________________ For Isaiah's Contest: Briton Riviere Based on his painting :........"Fire-Fancies" http://www.ebay.com/itm/Fire-Fancies-Briton-Riviere-Repro-oil-painting-/160376412482