Ms. Nature's Door

Every time the world has me tied into despair

my feet find the path to Ms. Nature’s door.

“Sit…stay. Would you like a treat?

Excuse the fur. Do you love animals?”

I can’t decide if Ms. Nature’s décor

is hinterland, Buddhist Temple, or Bohemian.

There is a peaceful wildness in her style.

Animal prints roam among the floral patterns

blooming on the seat cushions of her sofa.

Every available space is lined with photographs

of smiling faces and wagging tails…..

It is hard to tell which is more beloved, human or beast.

The view through the dream catcher hanging

from her window is splashes of blue waves

in a sunlit sky with occasional glimpses of moon soaked sand.

A shadow wolf roams from room to room

watching, protecting, stirring the spirit

to leave concrete and steel for forest and wind.

Ms. Nature is always patient…has time to serve tea,

wipe the tears from my cheek, or share her

misadventures that have me giggling into my cup.

When it is time for me to leave, she gives a hug

and tells me, “Please come again. The welcome mat

always lays at my front door. Bring a guest. I have plenty of room.”

©Susie Clevenger 2012

 Ella's Post at Real Toads challenged us to write a Dickens' inspired

poem about a fellow toads' home. I didn't write a sonnet

but I had a nice time visiting and admiring the decor in my

 my toad friend's home. Can you guess who?