a cottage of new beginnings,
a place for a fresh start,
for blueberry muffins,
and monarch butterflies,
and the scent of what used to be
lingering in the air
just long enough
to know it’s there
but gone quick
so we mustn’t ponder it.
no, this cabin is not for pondering,
or worries,
or painful memories.
this home is for crackling fires,
and record players,
and bedtime stories.
that scent
of the past,
of what came before,
is nothing but a memory
masked by the aroma of baking bread,
and cinnamon candles,
and freshly washed jumpers,
in this cottage of new beginnings.
-mg 1/6/21
