photo taken by me at Rondeau Provincial Park, Morpeth, Ontario
The sun cast a shadow
Over a rotting shell
But I saw beauty
that words could not tell
The roof had collapsed
Onto the dirt floor
The foundation seemed
Arthritic and sore
The windows held on
to shards of glass
My eye caught a cloud
Reflected in pass
A warning sign
Denied my passage
Flecks of paint
Fell like ashes
I took a deep breath
And lifted my head
thanking the sun
For sweeping the dread
What was once new
Had fallen to waste
But I dare not deny
The fallen its grace
I spy with my little eye……the moon
Once again, the writing is so good. You have a gift. And yes that sun truly makes everything better.