we have bacon and salt, with an eager bow sentry
our house has three windows and a water-butt
I row back to that cottage, your washing again
I watch you pegging it out, lovely when bending
landing with groceries, you make tea by our warm hearth
you paint, I write, and we garden, growing magical herbs
drinking wine by firelight, your eyes glow
wearily we tread those boards again, into rapture and sleep...