life’s mistress lyrics – bruce cockburn

she is p*ssing in a warm breeze
bars of light that cross the floor
one smoke-gray, curled, tiny feather
skips aside

by her middle hang the keys
made to open any door
even the one that lets in the cold wind
from outside

she lives in a house of colour
guarded by cats three in number
and one great dog of gentle manner
in among the trees

* * *

no apprehension here
in the warm sun
by the window sill
i can just sit still
and watch her go by…

queen of field and forest pathway
understands the speech of stones
she weaves peace upon her loom
life’s mistress

(c*mberland, ont. — winter, 1969)

/ bruce cockburn lyrics