The barn light
leaks off the metal roof
a golden stream of rain,
black silhouette of hills,
a carcass slumbering
beneath first blue.
Breeze down canyon—
dogs bark,
chatter of raccoons.
The barn light
leaks off the metal roof
a golden stream of rain,
black silhouette of hills,
a carcass slumbering
beneath first blue.
Breeze down canyon—
dogs bark,
chatter of raccoons.
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Beautiful, and so descriptive, John. 🙂
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What better reason to get up before dawn and watch the day awake, as the nocturnal world slips into slumber.
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