the sun rises and caresses the books on the table and the birdhouse on the shelf,
the light slides through the window slats and paints striped patterns on everything it touches–
re-inventing the night’s shadows
Sunlight
the sun rises and caresses the books on the table and the birdhouse on the shelf,
the light slides through the window slats and paints striped patterns on everything it touches–
re-inventing the night’s shadows
spanishwoods 
A two door birdhouse! 🙂 🙂
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Love this photo and poem!
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This reminded me of a haiku yet it is so far removed from one. I say this because it said so much.
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Lovely 😀
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Thank you for sharing this special and intimate moment, Sylvia. I love watching what shadows do, find them endlessly amusing. This moment with the books and birdhouse is a lovely one.
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As a (aspiring) poet myself, I appreciate your usage of language. I also love your photography, you clearly have a lot of skill. Hope to one day be able to purchase a collection of your work in paperback form!
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