You light the fire on the hearth
while I set the table
white linen cloth and china dishes
bowls of goldfishes.
Cookies, gingerbread, hot tea and coffee
sugar, oh, honey honey
bee can you see
how awesome you make tea and coffee too
gone too soon
of talking cats
and bats in top hats.
Squirrels in tree houses with pinecone wreaths on the doors
and plank floors but
no stainless steel if you please
they like living with ease.
It’s good here in the simple place
with afternoon tea and
a book to read
a place to lounge
lose the frown
hang upside down if you like
it matters not
what you forgot or what you remember
only live what is and how you want it to be
how you see
is how it is
in this real life biz
how real is it though?
does it go fast
or does it go slow?
Snail crossing but
ladybugs always have the right of way
so they say.
Wise old owl draws near the fire to tell a tale
a shoe ship that set sail
cat draped lazily on the rail
to the stairs that lead to the loft
of dreams and schemes and plans and lands
for another afternoon of bliss
of tea and coffee and cookies and bread and butter
Crazy hats and each other.
Until we meet again my friend
this is not really the end
just a place for you take up from here
bring it near and do not fear
it’s all good my dear deer
but not with beer
I like coffee.
Ok, there it is. I just typed until I quit hearing anything else to say lol. It doesn’t matter, it’s all good, it’s free verse hippie poetry day as most Fridays are…wait…it is Friday, right?
I dunno, but,I do know that I hope you meet me back here tomorrow, we’ll check in on this week’s goals (yeah, right! lol)
Much Peace Love Art 😀