Back in the 1990s I was putting out a small quarterly newsletter, called CANAQUEST Friendship Newsletter for Women. I always had a poem page and Mom F, being a lover of poetry, sent me a number of poems to include. Here’s one of them.
Shared by M. Forsyth
Fort Langley, British Columbia
The dwelling place of Joy has many doors,
To some they open on a mountainside,
A blackbird’s song, to other eager hearts,
Will have the power to fling the portals wide:
And moonlight, falling on a sleeping town,
Or beech leaves, crimsoning ‘neath autumn’s kiss;
A sunset, glorifying earth and sky–
A very precious golden door is this.
Night’s gift of stars, the scent of rain-swept fields,
The morning mist, and trees tossed in the wind;
None are so poor but that they may look up,
And in Joy’s house a little doorway find.