A House Of Light

From my cottage kitchen window I can see
Two fields away the blue, the shining sea
And ships that slowly glide to far-off shores
Each one a separate world with its own laws;

They pass beyond my window and are gone.
When morning comes that miracle, the sun
Lifts slowly from the sea, a sacrament
Of grace and glory, or enlightenment.

My cottage truly is a house of light:
By night shines Sirius, cold and bright
And in the afternoon our living room
Seems more like a sunny meadow in mid-June.

From it we see the sun prepare to slumber
Wrapped in the gleaming waters of the Humber
While to the south another lighthouse shines—
Peace be to Spurn and you who read these lines.

by Pete Crowther

Comments (11)

I like the few poems of yours I have read cheers
This is a brilliant poem Like beeing light itself making a journey inside your house Beautiful writing from you my friend! Pia
A lovely descriptive poem, thankyou. Moyaxx
Dear Peter this is tranquil and full of different colours and hues.Brilliant.Lots of atmosphere.Love Duncan
A flowing, elegantly written poem that transported me from busy, grey London to peaceful, sunny Yorkshire.
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