Our house, painted in two-tone yellow
obscured by shrubs and vines in mellow
autumn reds and rusts, is the outer clothing
of a pair seeking the inklings
the years bring, and they are there.
Inside, are the usual comforts, soft colours,
gentleness, and patience that the inner life
will yield more from our guide
and companion, to see him more clearly,
here, now, in what is sometimes called a world of shadows, falsely,
for it tells true tales, charmingly.

Reg Naulty.