has a little house
With honeysuckle round the door.
A bright fire burns in the open hearth
And red tiles cover the kitchen floor.
A tabby cat on the sunny sill
Sways and purrs like a clockwork train.
There are muddy boots in the garden passage
And hollyhocks tap on the window pane.
An apple tree shades a little lawn
Where daisies and moss and self-heal grow.
A blackbird sings as the dusk descends
And a pipistrelle crosses the sunset glow.
All states can co-exist in dreams:
There need be no time or season or weather.
I have fire in the hearth and sun on the sill
And my blossom and fruit appear together.
by Damaris West
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