the sofa, with resplendent pillows
in the rainbow colours
and only prismed lamps, a baby Grand.
the birds, in golden cages hung
will be let out at moonrise
and the shelves...
inlaid with mother of pearl
with all the books in the world
you love the shadows when they fall
on the simple floor,
angelic radiance at the door, two windows...
and the cherry tree, and the plum
as next door neighbors.
mary angela douglas 16 july 2016
P.S. There should also be waterford vases filled with snowy, pale green, violet blue, and pale pink hydrangeas mixed in with pale pink roses and tea roses but I couldn't get all that in the poem;it was already stuffed like a sausage, I'm sure.