I’m snug, I’m safe inside from wind and rain
no wanton wind, no moors, no raucous rooks
can find my hidingplace, my inglenook,
It’s warm and lonesome; I am dulled; the pain
you left behind when all the bliss you took
I wither, wane.
Quadrille, and Linda hosts. the Quadrille at dVerse. the word is inglenook and I thought I’d tell a little story in rhymes.
December 14, 2020