I love inconsequential things: Crisp, frilled draperies at a window, Flowers bright upon the sills, Brasses gleaming odd reflections, Warmth in room that hearthfire fills. Candles' mellow light at evening, Voices soft while driftwood burns, Pungent odor of the fir trees Raindripped as the sun returns. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY DEAR AND LOVING HUSBAND by ANNE BRADSTREET THE SOUND OF THE TREES by ROBERT FROST THE TALENTED MAN by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED IN THE OLD SOUTH CHURCH; 1677 by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE INTRODUCTION by AL-DHAHABI |