Patterns

Invisible by the day
Revealed by the night
Insider being the light

Some lay afar numb and still
And some tell stories that
don't I dare say!
Some sing songs
and some spurt secrets

Some are cross, and
some are curvy
Some look gothic
with its curls

Some have blinds
and some have frills
Some are clothed bare
and swing and dance lively
to the mood of the wind

Though cold and cross,
you guard and breathe,
But it's funny how folks
conceal you and get choked
with no clean air to spare,
only to say they do
for the fear of night...

Anyways, thanks all
for the pretty sight.


~ June 28, 2020