#193 of 365 – “old wooden sheds”

“old wooden sheds”


dashes blur

into one long line


hours congeal

into non-linear time


mountains and valleys

get smashed up together


distant trees each hang onto the sky

by a tether


the moon sneaks out

from behind old wooden sheds


the sun has a tantrum

of oranges and reds


rows of crops in the fields

that hold close to the roads


then tickle the breezes

the nighttime bestows



About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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2 Responses to #193 of 365 – “old wooden sheds”

  1. Starralee says:

    Wow, you’re too good!

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