Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Day 9: Shelter


My home is a place
where doors latch, the dog
barks and cat scratches.

A place where radio 
sings and NPR spews 
news, where eggs scramble

in an iron pan and coffee
scents the morning air. My home
is a place where the light

fades at dusk and lamps warm
the evening, where paintings
come alive and creations

animate with Spirit.
My home is a place where
we meet, confer and tangle,

reaching into each other's heart
like a calm lake contrasting
against dramatic spring sky.

Nancy Canyon

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Your home sounds like a comfy shelter. Enjoying reading your poems, Nancy.