Life's Mistress

She is passing in a warm breeze

bars of light that cross the floor

one smoke-gray, curled, tiny feather

skips aside

By her middle hang the keys

made to open any door

even the one that lets in the cold wind

from outside

She lives in a house of colour

guarded by cats three in number

and one great dog of gentle manner

in among the trees

* * *

Silence

carries

no apprehension here

in the warm sun

by the window sill

i can just sit still

and watch her go by...

Queen of field and forest pathway

understands the speech of stones

she weaves peace upon her loom

life's mistress