Setting the Table
Evenings
When the house is quiet
I delight
To spread the white
Smooth cloth and put the flowers on the table.
I place the knives and forks around
Without a sound
I light the candles.
I love to see
Their small reflected torches shine
Against the greenness of the vine
And garden.
Is that the mignonette, I wonder,
Smells so sweet?
And then I call them in to eat.
by ~ Dorothy Aldis
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