Little pink house sitting on the corner
Paint fading over the years
Your garden’s thistles feed generations
Of bees, butterflies and finches

Lace windows smooth life’s sharp edges
Diffuse the brutal midday sunlight
Your threshold offers shelter
Wrapped in memories of children’s laughter

Little Pink House, beckoning

Butterfly feeding on a thistle

Lesser Goldfinch feeding on a thistle

Honey bee feeding on a thistle

NaPoWriMo 2014 Day 30