A House, A Home

In the forest I found
A house, a home
So profound.

No windows to shed light
But a cozy home, a place for respite
Adorned with flowers pink and white
A bell to toll when someone
Strange comes lurking
Late at night.

A front door I can’t find
Yet welcome are all
Who poke their head inside.

May you see this house
So profound
May you enjoy all it has to give
There in the forest
This house, this home
That I found.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2017