Some places get it just on right
With cream & green & rattan
The aroma of the baking
Travels with the light
The old cottage window
Preserved from the past
Candlesticks and flowers
Nought that moves too fast
The coffee & the flapjack
Tiled roof’s up to the sky
Another makeshift morning
Slow time; simply wandering by
This is a poem from Vagaries:
Love of The Key to Room 149
