Backyard

Sitting alone outside in the darkening twilight,
the evening warmer than my tea,
the glow of my son’s nightlight makes his window a painting.

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2 comments so far

  1. moosilaneous on

    Lovely. You’ve captured your moment to reflect.

  2. oldsunbird on

    This poem is poignant & powerful. Just beautiful. The images are so clear, I feel I am there. Thank you for sharing this.


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