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.
Ah yes. I’ve seen this too.
After a day of gale force winds and squally rain it was so good to see a glimpse of late sunshine.
Thank you Otreasaigh it was kind of you to comment.. Sue 🙂
Odd what you see when you’re not looking for anything in particular. Loved this little poetic anecdote.
Thank you It’s only in the winter I can see this fence from my window. I was using my indoor exercise bike at the time and was somewhat bored so was pleased to have this distraction. Sue.
I love the idea of the sun painting the fence a burnished sheen, Very visual.
Eira
Thank you Eira, it really did look lovely. Sue.
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!
Hi Gezz I’m pleased you like this, I’m not sure how much more compact I could make it and still keep what I want to say but I will certainly have a look, Thank you for your interest and suggestion I appreciate the help. Sue.