I have this little round
dark wood table,
it’s an antique claw-foot
with a small drawer.
Can’t remember where
I got it... probably a furnished
apartment some time in my life.
It sits in the southwestern corner
of my dinning-room;
between the bookcase
that holds
my cookbooks and favorite chaps,
and a window.
A simple black metal lamp
with a shade
the color of vanilla ice-cream
sits there perfectly centered.
The room is clean and aromatic
of vanilla and cinnamon.
After dark I enjoy the ambiance
of the soft yellow light
reflecting on the white hardwood floor.
I’m not sure why warm lights soothe me.
A warm, lovely descriptive poem of a place I'd love to sit and put my feet up... Warm light - yes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderfully descriptive write Joyce - I was there, enjoying the ambience, the aroma the warm light....ahh - soothing indeed! Kind regards, Justine