Monday, January 23

magnoliabuds_1871 ©2012 RosebudPenfold

But then you lit the lamp and that was it.
It was no sudden and miraculous glow
But the warm comfort of one window lit

Against the greyness I had come to be,
And I stood weary and I saw it so,
And I called then and you answered me.

-- Peyton Houston, lines from '49' sonnet variations