The Kelvinator

Evening has quietly tiptoed away on slippered feet Houses up and down the street are silhouettes A garden looks white- washed in moonlight, And the faint sound of a train whistles through the air leaving a trail of melancholy longing, resounding in the dark. A table has been cleared of all traces of dinner, and now is set for breakfast Doors are locked, and a screen has been put across the glowing embers. Two golden Labradors in deep slumber, are curled in their baskets by the back door The house settles as the momentum of a busy day winds itself down. A mantel clock is ticking, and the refrigerator hums with a comfortable familiarity How soothing is the sound of the refrigerator. Odd, but it's something I never seem to notice during the day This old white elephant, meant for keeping something cold, but yet, can conjure up such warm memories? I was a bit of a thing, sleeping on a tiny cot in my grandmother's parlor... snuggled tightly against the southern wall, adjacent to the kitchen....... And the vibration of the squatty little Kelvinator, could be felt as if it were put there purposely to lull me to sleep... There would be magic in the moonlight, and a rhythm in the hum, with a lullaby that shook the floor.....cold nights when I was young Tonight's moon slowly makes a shadowy passage through the windows of each room, as it puts the house to bed... While my yesterdays are gone for keeps... and sleep may not be an easy feat I wish, once more to feel the floor vibrate like it did before And watch the moon as it comes to fill my dreams with golden doors And hear once more...the soothing hum Yet, slowly as old songs are done, tonight becomes tomorrow... _______________________________________________ For Contest: "Tribute To A Major Appliance" Sponsored by Mary Oliver Rotman 9/14/15