Out beyond the grassy expanse
and just inside the tall oak trees
surrounded by flaming sumac bushes
sits a shed
that time forgot.
Walking past the sandbox
and the swing set
whose swings have sat empty for years
he leads her there
hand in hand
to that shed
that time forgot.
The late day sun
cast bright rays through the tall oaks
dancing off the panes
of two square windows
that sat beside the door
of that shed
that time forgot.
But the door --
that door.
What once was brown
is now bathed in royal amethyst,
standing in contrast to the golden yellow walls
and white rails.
A trailing vine of red roses
snake up a side trellis
to the top of the roof
where it reaches toward the sun.
How could this be that shed
that time forgot?
This place --
forgotten, neglected and worn
was now a quaint little hideaway
he made just for her.
"A room of your own,"
he says to her
as she pushes the door wide
and takes it all in.
This shed she will never forget.
Beautiful. Love the word choice. So vivid and lots of questions there that I feel like I want to ask but won't. ;) Thanks for sharing.
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