“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

8.31.2010

the drive home last night

took me past frosted, sweating windows,
warm rain surprising the cool rooms inside,
red lampshades glowing like ruby red slippers,
dripping sizzled jewels of light onto hot windowsills,
there's no place like home,
there's no place like home,
there's no place like home.
me too shy to stop the jeep, ask to take a picture,
but grateful, grateful for the unphotographed moment.
soft yellow light had earlier frosted the evening's streets,
the treetops, the reflections in puddles;
lunch had bathed us in the blue of maggie's flowers.
the morning had been gray.

the sound of screech owls in distant trees
greeted me as i stepped onto the driveway.
there's no place like home,
there's no place like home,
there's no place like home.

16 comments:

  1. ...Red lampshades glowing like ruby slippers...
    I love the images you bring; I can just see that now.
    And, yes abundantly gratefully: There's no place like home.
    *happy sigh*

    ReplyDelete
  2. "dripping sizzled jewels of light onto hot windowsills"
    that made me smile, and swoon a little :)
    gorgeous image, the photo and the words. gorgeous.
    there is.
    no place like home.

    ReplyDelete
  3. Beautiful words, "there's no place like home". I thought that as I returned home on Sunday. It is lovely to leave, but more lovely to return home.

    ReplyDelete
  4. there really is no place like home....ever.

    ReplyDelete
  5. You have such a way with words...there is no place like home...

    ReplyDelete
  6. It's wonderful when you read something that takes you someplace, presents a picture to the eye and then brings you home again this is wonderful

    ReplyDelete
  7. It's wonderful when you read something that takes you someplace, presents a picture to the eye and then brings you home again this is wonderful

    ReplyDelete
  8. When I was a kid, "gool" was an area designated as "safe" during a game of tag. After being chased relentlessly throughout the neighborhood, if you could make it to that area and yell "gool!" you had a moment of peace. There are many days in my current life that when I get the front door unlocked of my house and get over that threshold, I am inspired to yell "gool!". THAT makes it my home.

    ReplyDelete
  9. this is a perfect "Unphotographable." Just perfect!

    ReplyDelete
  10. debi~i nominated you for an award on my site today...i love your writings. participate if you'd like...just wanted to share your site with others...

    ReplyDelete
  11. i adore this photo.
    and your words... it's as though i were in the jeep as well.
    : )

    ReplyDelete
  12. I confess, I have not been by you site for awhile..It was a good day to drop in. I enjoy that. Your post are always ,,hummm,, "bright" maybe is the word.. and perhaps,,"homey",, yea'uh that may be it.. thanx,, glenn

    ReplyDelete
  13. ... me too shy ...

    me too!

    Your writing is as pretty as your paintings!

    ReplyDelete
  14. I wish I felt like that right now.

    Renovations upstairs are making me want to pull my hair out! My ceiling light in the kitchen came crashing down, smashing into a million sharp tiny pieces yesterday because of the noise and vibrations. They are removing floor tiling...big heavy loud job.

    I can't wait for peace to return. sigh.

    Why is it we feel so shy to take a picture?
    I get this way quite often. Sometimes, even when I don't have to ask, I get shy...just because someone might be watching me. What's up with that?
    But unphotographables are wonderful things too.

    ReplyDelete

come. sit under the emma tree & let's talk. i have cookies . . .