The summerhouse

The summerhouse

Open all day long
to receive the spring’s fresh scents
like gifts from heaven

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In this wide silence
a blue guitar yearns for sound -
tremulous stillness

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Surprised by sunshine
dazed wasp and dusty window
embrace once again

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A cobweb sways lightly
in a corner of the room,
playing with silence

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An immense white shell
framed on the windowsill -
outside, a bluebell sea