A mellow meadow merrily
Hidden within a capacious, compact coppice
Where the birds tweet
A melodious melody sweet
That soothes the somber, sober soul.
Behind and to the right-
A magisterial painting hung in sight
Touched by a holy, habile hand-
Lies a wispy, winding waterfall
Cantankerous and quiet in its crashings upon a patient pond.
The edge of the pond is
Speckled by spruce
Dappled by douglas fir
Held by hazel-
Trees like people gathered gayly in the grove.
The pond pontificates upon
A majestic, magisterial range of mountains
Towering like titans toward a
Syrupy, sweet sky of
Bombastic, boisterous hues of blue.
Away from the pond sits
A happy, wholesome home.
Wonderingly warm and waiting,
In docile dormancy,
With wooden walls and a red roof.
The lights are lit,
The door dehiscent.
The windows are wide,
The frames filled
With a gracious, good-natured glow.
The residence rests
In the mellow meadow
Near the gay grove
Located within the capacious, compact coppice-
Somewhere in my dreams.