From the archives – In the Garden Shed by Doris Watts

In the Garden Shed

The morning sunlight has come angling in
where the door hangs open on one rusted hinge.
I suppose it worked free in last night’s wind.

In here, all scattered, are those discarded things
that, careless, we’ve left to grow dirty and dim.
To tell the truth, we’d forgotten them.

And there at the back, the roof’s broken through,
but until this morning nobody knew
how this has let sunlight come streaming in

to nurture a clever green-weedy vine
that has found a safe wall inside to climb –
the gardener’s hoe no longer a threat.

I’ll prop the door closed. Some secrets, I find,
are much better off when they have been kept.

from Autumn Sky Poetry DAILY, September 9, 2016 — by Doris Watts

photo by Christine Klocek-Lim

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