Here in the amber light
perched comfortably on a cushioned seat
in a window filled with
a tower of oatmeal cranberry scones.
Beyond the panes, it grows dark
fearless, for that is another world.
In here with my herbal tea,
steaming a rosy cheek and
pen dancing on artists paper,
I am here with you, a display of love for all to read
for all to see.