Transformed

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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