It’s quiet now, just after dark
clouds clinging to the ground
pulling themselves along
by rustling leaves
snapping twigs
leaving dew drops in their wake
these
ghostly apparitions
fanning across red brick
grey concrete
dripping on the patchwork lawn
I’d never see them leave
like they were always there
being chased away by the sun
The images in this poem are fabulous. Thanks for posting it.
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I’m happy to hear you enjoyed reading the words, thank you for your kind words.
Be well 🙂
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