Late Sunshine.

Idly looking from my window I noticed how some late rays of sun had picked out the top bar of a fence, and made it shine.


Softening now

and sinking 

low, she paints the

fence with

burnished sheen:

then tucks away her

colours there

as dusk pulls close

the day.

© sweetwater 2020
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Shackleton
3 years ago

Ah yes. I’ve seen this too.

Pronto
3 years ago

Odd what you see when you’re not looking for anything in particular. Loved this little poetic anecdote.

Capricorn
3 years ago

I love the idea of the sun painting the fence a burnished sheen, Very visual.
Eira

Gezz
3 years ago

Hi Sue, I like this poem about the rays of the sun. Maybe you could have made it more compact on fewer lines? Tucks away her colours—nice!

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