The Lights in Homes
The Lights in Homes
By Julia W. Wolfe
Along the highways white with snow,
Little beads strung on a thread,
The little lamp-lit windows glow
From dusk till time for bed;
And every shining bead’s a home–
I love to think of it;
The stars above in God’s blue dome
Are not more exquisite.
(1944)
Nice!
Comment by David Y. — November 6, 2012 @ 3:21 pm
You’re definitely a poetic soul, David — or at least you tend to zero in on what I like best.
Comment by Ardis E. Parshall — November 6, 2012 @ 4:44 pm
I “blame” my high-school English teacher for opening my mind to the glories of poetry. Who knew words could be so powerful?
Thanks (again) for sharing these.
Comment by David Y. — November 7, 2012 @ 9:54 am
I need some of that peace. Wonder if I can slip into one of those lamp lit windows…..
Comment by Julia — November 7, 2012 @ 8:04 pm