The Cottage

There stands two trees tall, forever green

 beside the cottage behind the house

a door through which you have not seen

a long stone hearth that holds a self, a place

of promise called by night

and lost within a winter storm

that left a message cold and white, where mother says

I was born.

 On such a day that too was blessed

with snow and flake - cold but fine

 and through this world I came to

wonder What was Gods and What was mine

I danced between those two pines

 that laughed in summer and the spring

when autumn came, I too came to ponder

what the future, its new year would bring...

I grew and watched the hearth give life

 to children younger then myself

 and knew the blessings of my

mother would last forever as my wealth,

 of home and family

of hearth and heart

 and what it could or could not give

and when the time is right for me to marry,

 it is there I first will live

bkmackenzie

copyrighted 2010

Magpie Tales #43