Bleak winter blue of hazy sky.
Flat horizon far away and featureless.
Low rectangle of brick and ginger tile. Nearby
the wooden garage like a child’s construction:
a triangle a square. The drive
a rhombus of perspective lines.
A conifer stands like a guardsman in a bearskin.
I know this is a home with warmth inside.
I’ll soften this geometry, paint reality.
© Janice Windle 2013