Cool wind moves soft across my skin
evening flowers, dimmed now by twilight,
scent air that tastes fresh and new
dissolving heat and work into night.
One more job to do
unpegging laundry from a swaying line
towels roughened with use
pillow cases and sheets worn thin by time.
Copyright © 2021 Kim Whysall-Hammond
I really enjoy seeing a topic like this in a poem. And so well written.
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Thank you Glenys. That is much appreciated.
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Beautifully described
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Thanks Derrick
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We live too close to a dust-generating dirt road to think about using a clothesline in the daytime. Nice work Kim. Thanks
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Thank you Ron.
There are very few dirt roads over here and they are rarely dusty! ! We’ve just driven down one to get to a holiday cottage in Wales, it’s grassy and mossy….
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