I Find Solace in Old Europe

The impatient moan of an Alpine
wind sifts my chalet window’s gap.
As a cast of clouds unwraps the sky
with its dismal mists and its
northern winds I find solace.
Should I close the breach and cease the lament
and feel the warmth of my inglenook
or leave it agape so its poignant tune
can linger my consolation?

Traveling the old world
by land and by sea, I find solace.
The Normandy coast lies calm and extant
like a moor in a cold English rain.
The Chateau De Chambord in the Valley Loire
with its double staircase and it frigid gray keep
or downtown Inverness on a warm Saturday night,
just walking alone I feel solace.

So follow me down my fantasy lane
where troubles lie at the rearmost,
where cottons and lace are ethereal space
and solace is the number one host.

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Ray spent 21 years in radio broadcasting followed by 27 years as a real estate appraiser. He taught real estate appraisal at the University of Missouri, Ozarks Technical Community College and St. Charles Community College. Ray loves writing and always has. After Ray retired he attained the Certificate in Higher Education in Creative Writing from Oxford University. Writing short stories for the Certificate was exciting especially since he was in his seventies. Since then the genre has become his obsession and he loves to write them often. His email is [email protected]

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