From my cottage kitchen window I can see
Two fields away the blue, the shining sea
And ships that slowly glide to far-off shores
Each one a separate world with its own laws;
They pass beyond my window and are gone.
When morning comes that miracle, the sun
Lifts slowly from the sea, a sacrament
Of grace and glory, or enlightenment.
My cottage truly is a house of light:
By night shines Sirius, cold and bright
And in the afternoon our living room
Seems more like a sunny meadow in mid-June.
From it we see the sun prepare to slumber
Wrapped in the gleaming waters of the Humber
While to the south another lighthouse shines—
Peace be to Spurn and you who read these lines.
Oooh, sounds lovely. I will call in and visit next time I'm passing. Beautiful description. I agree with Philippa, it does sound very cosy and I can tell from the poem that you love it and are very happy there.9
I usually don't like rhyming couplets but this one works. Nice one
This is a poem with such a peaceful feel about it. If I had that sort of view from my window, I might never leave home! This is lovely, Peter. Raynette
Thank you for your wish for peace to all your readers, because we surely find it when we read works like this. In my mind's eye, I see the river, the sea, and your peaceful cottage between.
This is a brilliant poem Like beeing light itself making a journey inside your house Beautiful writing from you my friend! Pia
Dear Peter this is tranquil and full of different colours and hues.Brilliant.Lots of atmosphere.Love Duncan
A flowing, elegantly written poem that transported me from busy, grey London to peaceful, sunny Yorkshire.
Your words paint Light. Your eyes see into Light. Beautiful, Peter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very cosy. And comforting. My only comment would be that I would have used 'sunlit' instead of 'sunny'...