A trickle of sunlight , by always outside
A trickle of sunlight turns a cold day
as perfectly as a drop of oil eases a hinge
With the warmth comes expectation,
a sense of something unknown
Flickering dappled shadows
leave contrasts of tone
as the bustle of a market morning fills the air.
Caught in the light
a colour rages boldly,
brash and exotic
it glides through a multitude of pastel,
a perfect backdrop
on this an almost perfect day.
|Posted: 2017-07-23 17:48:45 UTC|
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