“Ramshackle” for April 18, 2019

Ramshackle
 
The house on the headland,
once snug,
is now ransacked by wind,
pelted by rain,
invaded by small seeds
seeking to catch hold
in a new place.
 
Needle grasses burst
through floorboards.
White petals cling,
fresh découpage,
to fading blue wallpaper.
Saplings pierce the shingles.
And all summer, bees patrol.
 
Leslie Schultz

2 thoughts on ““Ramshackle” for April 18, 2019

  1. Isn’t it interesting that bees have houses, too? I am glad the photos worked for you–I could not locate the ones I intended to use, so I am very happy to hear that this lot carried the day!

  2. Loved this poem and the photos only added to the “experience” of that great word – Ramshackle!

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