this place is sacred
eyes blink rapidly like wings
of a bird taking flight
shaking loose cobwebs stitched
delicately throughout the night
though the shades are drawn
sunlight leaks in from cracks
in the window panes
stretched thin over time
house frame beams and sighs
breathing a little easier
since having no place to go
like oak tree outside the window
movements aplenty in and out
like apparitions in the hallway
a pair of cardinals on the bough
welcoming heavenly visitors
march two thousand nineteen
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Gorgeous… gotta reblog this one 🙂
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Check out this lovely poet… who never fails to delight or surprise.. ❤