Sunlight
in and out of clouds.
Half lit, the shed
which is a mess
looks instead rustic
and almost quaint.
The shadow is more substantial
than the rickety chair it reflects.
Can you count the days until summer?
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1 comment:
So many gorgeous lines in this one! I especially like "looks instead rustic and almost quaint." (Made me laugh.)
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