pegged clothes breathe back and forth,
snowy feathers shifting on a restless bird.
running water answered by the creak and groan
of the washing machine: the regular machinery
of contentment.
inspired by morning porch
Monday, February 13, 2012
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3 comments:
How lovely, such fresh descriptions of the everyday!
Thanks =)
There is something divine in the scent of white sheets blowing on a clothes line and you have bottled that scent Mistress Poet!
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