February 21 – Fences
I peer between the common
Connection of our backyards
Through the fractured fingers
Of the old paling fence
Splayed out with lichen fingernails
And mossy knuckles
Leaning and bearing the weight
Of the jasmine and wisteria.
I peer into your backyard
Slatted snippets of sight
And wonder if you look into mine
Took a couple of photos for today’s poem. I liked them both so I included them here.
I am an English teacher and drummer/percussionist with an interest in literary pursuits, creative endeavours, rhythmic permutations, theological amplifications and comedic outbursts.
Here you will find my creative detritus: articles on living a creative life and writing explorations.
And other ideas I have snaffled from the papers stuck on the fridge door.
Twitter: @RevHappiness
Instagram: @handwrittenpages
My collaborative epistolary novel, "Post Marked: Piper's Reach," written with Jodi Cleghorn (@JodiCleghorn) out now via Vine Leaves Press.
Come and browse through the library; there is no need to be silent.
A Fullness in Brevity - Adam Byatt 
Not only is this poem beautiful, but it looks especially lovely handwritten like that. Your imagery in the piece is sublime.