My Get Away Hideaway Treehouse Haven
it is drizzling outside
oak tree looks in window
gasoline lamp is not unlike a faerie light
cozy comforter made by grandma
plush pillows on couch
a philodendron hangs from the limb of the tree trunk
this tree house is my Shangri-La
My haven, a writer’s retreat
flickering candles give it an ethereal glow
My favorite biographies and adventure books
Waiting to be read in the rain
It is silent here, a reader’s alcove
There are flickering candles
I read my books, enjoying the ambiance
of my hideaway nook high in a cottonwood tree.
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