The Dark Attic
© by Tommie Flannery Baskis
The dark attic, the bearer of stillness….
The frost glazed glass window, hung high; Etched by days of ice and wind…
My looking mirror into the seasons of past…
A summer storm finds my love and I on cool board and quilt of down. A secret place….
Autumn sunshine reaches long on cinnamon dust rays…exposing web and spider, the old letter and the broken chain of an old silver charm.
A Winters eve….the long awaited visitor returns collecting jeweled treasures of glass and wood. Forgotten but not lost…for a tree will shine with all its glory under the dark attic.