Setting the Table

Dorothy Aldis

 

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.