An almost-late offering for Linda’s ekphrastic paint-chip poetry prompt. She provided several beautiful photos for us to choose from, and I decided to write about this one:
(c) 2021 L. Kruschke
This dimly-lit, yet heavenly space,
Is a perfect little place
To let my mind and soul be safe.
The warm glow which illuminates
Just enough, is a halo upon
A white-rose vase and tea which tastes
Like a return home. No particularly
Succulent fare is necessary:
I drink the essence of pure peace.
This return home — It is calm
As the waves on the beach,
The turtle family reaching the sea.