Life

A crust of bread and a corner to sleep in,
A minute to smile and an hour to weep in,
A pint of joy to a peck of trouble,
And never a laugh but the moans come double;
And that is life!

A crust and a corner that love makes precious,
With a smile to warm and the tears to refresh us;
And joy seems sweeter when cares come after,
And a moan is the finest of foils for laughter;
And that is life!

Paul Laurence Dunbar

I Stalke You!

Through the perilous mountains of pillows,
and the murky valleys of quilts.

I stalke you.

'Round the lush jungles of the front garden,
and the alien chrome sparseness of the bathroom.

I follow you.

Past the bookish mustiness of the study,
and the delectable temptations of the kitchen;

I pursue you with single-mindedness!


Around the house,

I Stalke you.

I WILL catch you,

And shower you with love.

Snow Day

Gentle Flakes,

spiralling softly.

Covering me

with melancholy.