Unswept

the stiff bristle brush
of the blue broom
missed the cobwebs clinging
to the outside corner of
the garden shed
leaving them to survive
another day

evening sunlight embraced
each silk thread in a fine display
of rainbow colour
a reminder that everything
has its moment
and nature has a finger tip touch
to golden reveries

Reviews

[Mauricio Montoya]

Lol Chose this write reminds me when I was homeless, lol I had to pick a safe place to sleep , the rest is history.
Thank you for sharing.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Mauricio. I think those cobwebs must have caused you a problem. lol. No more cobwebs for you.

Chris

[Mauricio Montoya]

Chris we have too grow, thank you.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Love the second stanzas...and there is something special about basements, attics, garages with cobwebs...something grows there, maybe memories, probably memories.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you j, pleased you enjoyed.

Chris