Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #480
Our Little House
by Belinda Roddie
Our little house sits under drooping trees
by Belinda Roddie
Our little house sits under drooping trees
that bear autumnal colors in the sun,
and a redwood pokes its head out and sees
the hope brimming on golden horizon.
In here, we will have tea and try to build
new memories worthy of remembrance,
and from the attic I'll grab costumes frilled
that we can wear while we both drink and dance.
that we can wear while we both drink and dance.
Our little house has two bedrooms, a yard
for romping and warm flames and starry skies
that we can gaze us. I shall play the bard
and compose songs about your sapphire eyes.
for romping and warm flames and starry skies
that we can gaze us. I shall play the bard
and compose songs about your sapphire eyes.
Yes, let's pretend the world isn't quite shit
as, in our little house, we rest a bit.
as, in our little house, we rest a bit.
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