It was a lovely day here and I put my sheets out to dry in the sun. I love that I can still hang them, and wrote a poem about it some years ago. Today was a perfect day to get a picture and share with you, so... here goes! I hope you'll enjoy it, and please... feel free to leave a comment!
Ode to a Fading Pleasure
Call me old-fashioned,
but I find it sublime
to slip into bed sheets
fresh from the line.
The hanging of sheets
is a task I still savor:
the neatly pegged corners,
the chance chat with neighbor.
Then the kiss of the breeze,
and the bleach of the sun,
the heart of the day
infuses each one.
Sheets become crisp,
as they flap and they billow,
breathe a sweet honest fragrance
when head touches pillow.
Sheets fresh from the line
are indeed humble treasures.
Still, I hope someday soon
you’ll slip into their pleasures.
© Karen Eastlund 2013
Karen, your poem is delightful and it brings me way back to my childhood when my Nonnie taught me how to dry sheets and clothes on her clothesline during the summer months. Your poem is delightful from the first stanza to the last. I am glad that you are holding onto old-fashioned traditions. May I capture your photos and poem for my #EmbraceableSummer Gallery (invitation is at https://beyondliteracylink.blogspot.com/2019/07/summer-joy_5.html)? You should place this post on Poetry Friday.
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