Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Candle light on a quiet night
a cool wind blows off the lake
Tonight I write for my delight
the lives are mine to make
Tomorrow is for house and home
meals, laundry, and the phone
Tonight I close my eyes and see
a world beyond my own

Darn good poem. Enjoyed.

Picturesque---- I experience your images when I read this poem.