once the cows ambled in here
maybe milk flowed
the ivy has taken over
rambling through broken panes
tickling our necks
as we dipped in
echoing memories of swifts now left
and
paper wasps nests hang silently from rafters
cold
the sun never penetrates the shadows
silently we walk away.
you don't know me..
2 comments:
Nice words and great shots...
JJRod'z
i like the feeling of you entering a space without knowing what to expect and then fnding the little beauties . . . . . steven
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