A Sonnet to an Old Bench
Well, it was a strange, long week, and I am glad to be starting a new one!
I did have a lovely little exchange of poems on Twitter, an exchange based on the sunset haiku which I posted last week. It led to this description of sunrise…
Sunrise just tips up
behind the brow of high hills~
summer holds its breath.
And then there is this description of my maple bench, which I bought when we lived in Arizona earlier and have trundled back and forth with me because I do like it! It’s quite comfortable for short me, and it always fits into a room with a very homely air.
Old bench beneath my window, there you sit,
Still quiet, friendly, arms stretched out each side
In wooden welcome, cosy, prettified
By spools across in Windsor style, no whit
Less elegant than many a country chair
In chintz and buttons. But instead I choose
Your simple wood; its golden maple hues
Give warmth unto your greetings, placid air
That makes me smile each morning when I see
You waiting where the sun falls sweet. Meanwhile
You kindly don’t resent I left a pile
Of tumbled clothes at one end and agree
To hold a cache of books as well. We lead
A quiet sort of life. Sit here and read.