The burning light of summer sun
its fire-light fingers reach between
the shed door slats and delve the dark
where knots of matted web are spun
unseen by sun blind eyes.
Deserted now no more the sounds
of men in sheds
who cared the grounds
and left behind the roses.
Jun 17, 2020
Jun 17, 2020 at 5:04 PM UTC
The burning light of summer sun
its fire-light fingers reach between
the shed door slats and delve the dark
where knots of matted web are spun
unseen by sun blind eyes.
Deserted now no more the sounds
of men in sheds
who cared the grounds
and left behind the roses.