The sweet cottage snuggled deep
in a lethargic treeline, strange as it sounds.
The smoke from the chimney curled lazily in the evening sky.
The fireflies not yet visible slept deep in the wildflower
clumps just waiting to zoom about in the dark night
but now they slumbered, unaware of the hot porridge
made, the bottle of sweet syrup close by, the stocking feet
resting on a knotted rag rug, made from the masks
2 thoughts on “Halcyon Days to Come”
What beautiful use of imagery and contrasts. I loved the description of the smoke curling lazily…it was idealic! The fireflies sleeping deep in the wildflower also added to this beautiful tone of innocence. The stocking feet resting on a knotted rag rug made from COVID masks-brilliant! I enjoyed reading this poem. Great work!
Thank you so much for your kind words. I am glad you enjoyed it.