It was the lamps of all shades.
Pockets of glowing warmth, like beautiful lit caverns.
The dark wood corner cabinet with its carved owl.
Instruments bathed in deep green by
That willow tree beyond the sliding door.
The ornaments that begged questions.
A bowed bookshelf with racy titles proudly placed.
The quiet, watched over by photographs on the stairs.
Landscapes full of curves.
Everything drawn towards the kitchen.
With its collage of colours.
© Tom Tide 2016