The dank and cheerless hiding place I had
In winter disappeared, its stark stockade
Of saplings substituted, in a day, it seemed,
By a great canopy of green. The muddy
Ground became a garden. Others came,
And that's okay, as where I'd gone to sulk
Alone no longer suits me very well. It's
Become inviting. I prefer a cheerless place.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-04-11 at 19:59

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Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
I like the musicality of "stark stockade / Of saplings substituted," but like the work overall. Well-writ, Larry. :)

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
My friend Eeyore seems to be back. Your writing never fails to impact me, Larry. Thanks and best regards Joe

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Nice. But remember it is wintery elsewhere.