I open the front door
Which leads to a pathway
It's small, and stone, on which I walk halfway
And stop
I'm at a pond - in its reflection the home behind me
Stained-glass windows
And a crystal-coated chimney
It's small in size, but the window reaches high
Two birch trees, and countless willows
Hearing hums as the wind blows
To the green vines crawling
And the red leaves falling
Cross-legged, I sit, and observe the birds
They're drinking from the pond
With satiated chirps
While dragonflies and animal eyes
Peer 'round the raindrops' descent
Soft books and leather seats
Await me inside