Under Red Roof Tiles The roof has red tiles.They’d be happier bakingin sun, Spain or Morocco,but instead they’re herein February. Mist and cold. The doors are white woodwith brass knobs, bevelledglass. The floor waxed pine.Apple trees, bare right now.Plums, not one fruit last year. This is my house. My home,although a home is anywhere.But it … Continue reading 22 February: for FOWC – Home