Warm Light & Solace - Poem by Joyce Chelmo
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
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.
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