The Clothesline

In the gentle breeze,
the bright whites and colors sway,
catching the morning sun,
each and every ray.

By a sturdy wooden pin,
the garments are secured,
to the tension of the line, 
  strung in poetic unison,   
so simple yet divine. 

Dancing to and fro,
the gentle breeze gains pace.
As the clouds roll through,
a quiet stillness comes,
a little rest,
for the sun’s shining face.  

Doing chores by hand,  
   there is no winner of a race,  
    just a simple act of love,    
filled with so much grace.

   A peace washes over me,   
      it is in gratitude I bow,    
     to the sun & the breeze,   
and to the clothesline,
I  thank you now,
for a day so lovely,
like honey so sweet,
for standing the test of time,
for a day so beautifully complete! 

Jana
Poetry 2024

photo credit:  Nikolyn McDonald  “ Line Drying Laundry”