
Originally Posted by
hikerpoet
Thanks for taking the time to read and comment on my work. I bought a cottage from and old couple who'd lived there for 63 years. They couldn't care for it. So, for the last 10 years it became run down
Rafters to cellar, winter solstice of dusty gray. Spider’s veil, defines.
the yard was an over grown mess
Wind strewn, autumn’s tumbled mass. Pervasive vegetation, thrives.
I gutted the cottage and breathed new life into it. Cleared the yard and found all different types of flowers and blooming shrubs. That's what the third stanza is about.
As I see it, my job as a writer is the same as an illustrator or painter. It isn't to tell you what to think and see. It's to inspire thought. So, what you take from it can be different than me.
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