CozmicDreamer

Haven Straight down the street in the sharp of bend, Nestled in, backsnug Up against the wood Facing straight out up the road, Before it turns on past, to leave you there. You stand serene against the woods land, Back covered you sit in the corner, settled in. Two stories rise Against woods rising higher still. As though born of Earth herself, Sheltered here under oak- You belong. Back from the road, the curve, you stand, in quiet welcome. Resting in your nook, Mossy hard acorn strewn, The land opens before you Like an apron spread out by hand. “Come, come, here is quiet, peace and still. You are home. I am yours and