Here she is in her kitchen, looking very Julia Child-y. On the back of this photo, Veneta wrote, "Evening, Dec. 23, '60." This is her eventide poem.
by Veneta Donaldson
A small white cottage on a quiet street
For me holds loveliness complete;
For within its walls such beauty lies
As makes the heart more richly wise.
And as I gaze from my window ledge
Across an intervening hedge
Well my heart knows by their crimsoned leaves
The sun again has kissed the trees.
Now as the deepening shadows fall
Crickets sing by the garden wall;
The birds' muted chirp betokens rest
Within the shelter of their nest.
Soon now, Dear God, may Thy peace abide
Within all hearts at eventide;
May small white cottages on quiet streets
Harbor those whom peace sweetly greets.
The next poem in this series can be found here: Within the Night.
This is part of a series of poems by Veneta Donaldson. A brief bio and the beginning of the series can be found here: Veneta Donaldson: A Poet in the Family.
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