SNUG HAVEN

SNUG HAVEN

A little cottage painted in a chirpy canary and ivory white

With an archway of pink catherine roses pastel and bright

The walls are adorned with olive green ivy leaves

There's a backyard full of laden pear and burgeoning apple trees

A blooming garden with hedgerows of rhododendron and fringes of hydrangeas

Creepers of swaying purples, a bower of wisterias

Wafting from my kitchen is an aroma of lemon and cinnamon

Box beds of basil, rosemary and tomatoes all homegrown

A place that feels like a tight hug

Warm and snug, embracing like a paisley rug

Where the roads are calmer and the streets are quieter

Silence is broken only by bird songs and the claps of thunder

Lantern lights cast mellow shine through the mauve eventide

A dreamy lighthouse in the distance amid rolling waves along the seaside

Sitting by a crackling fireplace with a hot cocoa and book in hand

Content listening to soft jazz playing– my favourite band

Softly lulling me sleep is a lavender infused breeze through an open window

The moonbeams whispering their dreams sequinned with a silvery glow.

©️ Sangeetha Kamath

Pic Courtesy: Pixabay

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