Climb them up to your door, warm and red to welcome you home
the place where you find comfort in the fondness of memories shared there.
Or is it a new door? Not quite a home yet, but no matter. The vivid red speaks of new beginnings, an assurance that memories will soon be made.
At the base of the staircase, clinging and trailing,
a woody-stemmed vine climbs the steps and entangles the rails
In the summertime it will be lush and green, yellow roses opening up and sprinkling the steps with their petals and fragrance
We will pick them and bring a piece of the outside in
The sunlight will filter in through the open door and spread out over the porch
glittering the landscape through its blending and blurring, lending a new perspective.
Where is the ground? the sky? Follow the steps to find them
or the vines that will grow to meet the sky. All they need are a few more steps.
Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Nadia Hassler.
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