the key is rightly in place
for the living souls amid fears
of not returning those many days
against vagaries of the weather
pounding days and nights mercilessly
snow piling thick for a metre
rain sleet hail almost daily
it stood its ground relentlessly
with strength not wanting to take sides
bidding its time tenaciously
a silly quarrel sustained on account of pride
Carrie's at Sunday Muse#187 - a photo challenge
"vagaries of the weather"
ReplyDeleteGot some of that in my kyota today
Happy Sunday
Much💛love
Love the way this creates an itch to see that key turned--what or who has been waiting for five years?
ReplyDeleteSounds like Old Door will not be seeing its people again. Happy weekend, Hank.
ReplyDeleteA lot of rusted locks sustained by pride, truth be known. Good write.
ReplyDeleteAstounding the length and strength of stubbornness! Fine write Hank. 🙂
ReplyDeleteA strong and stubborn door indeed. Always glad to see you Hank!
ReplyDeleteThat door holds its ground. Nobody going toopen it.
ReplyDeleteA really neat description of that door ... in poetry form. Cheers, Hank.
ReplyDeleteThat's a door that can never be opened by mere mortals.
ReplyDeleteGood one, Hank!