I hadn't thought much

about that one...

how the shadows

early morning

through the window

would change

if flat wall

were covered

with dark curved wood

but I watched

the leaves dance

on the grain 

of the gentle arch

and though they

were less vivid

lightless silhouettes moving

across heart lines

and life lines

of the gentle hand

of an old oak grain

rather than

stark contrasts

against flat eggshell

of old wall

still the quiet-screened

puppetry

of their breezed dance

brought the peace

of home

to my heart