Sunday, March 9, 2008
Hibiscus World
Always when someone,
So pleasantly announces themselves,
I'm curious as a kitten to come calling,
Gently meowing,
Eyes aglow,
Tail flipping,
Padding softly at your door...
Is this your house?
I ask,
Wondering at the magic,
Of the image before my seeking,
Darting eyes?
It seems to tell a wonderland,
Alive,
Perhaps covered 'neath a Winter snow...
A fantasy in miniature,
This tiny world I see...
What is hiding 'round that corner,
A warm light beckoning me...
Pray tell!
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