A Month in Autumn - 10
The House in the Air
I can imagine the green valley stretching before
And the trees and hedges that give the landscape form.
In my mind’s-eye the fields are clear
But not today.
But not today.
I can see the mist swirling like a blanket of wool
But there are no edges where cold air meets warm.
Only the billowing clouds the landscape
The boundaries betray,
The boundaries betray.
And floating above on an unseen magic carpet,
Sits the white cottage on the pontoon of the storm,
Inviting us into a wisp of a world through
An opaque gateway.
An opaque gateway.
Does it exist or does this mirage hover above
In a parallel world of obscure haze and transform
The valley to sumptuous icing with cottage decoration,
A just out of reach soufflé?
A just out of reach soufflé?
The phantom white house navigates the low cloud
And glints in the sun. An illusion set on an invisible platform
It seems to move and sway and is suddenly gone.
Like a star in the Milky Way.
Like a beautiful star in the distant Milky Way.
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