I dwelt inside a draftsman’s wooded dream.
A spirit-cradling cottage sheltered me
that hunkers in the elbow of a stream
that serenades its shaded property.
Forever I’ll remember when I found
the house and walked into its grained embrace.
As soon as I beheld its oaken ground
I felt like I’d come home. I gained a place
that knew me, like it waited patiently
asleep for me to find or rediscover
security. Then I could let it be
my friend, protector, confidant and lover.
Perhaps I lived there in another life,
but if the place were male I’d be its wife.