The Laundry Girl

In the quiet countryside, where time unwinds,
White laundry dances in the breeze, so refined.
A patchwork of sheets, like clouds in the sky,
Hung on the line, where the gentle winds sigh.

Sun-kissed cotton sways from side to side, As whispers of a simpler life coincide. Pegs secure the fabric with a loving touch, Nature’s artistry, a tranquil clutch.

The clothesline becomes a canvas, pure and bright, In the open air, bathed in soft sunlight. Crisp shirts and dresses, a spectral array, Embracing the serenity of a laundry day.

Fields of green, a backdrop serene, Witness to a domestic scene. Purity in simplicity, a rustic affair, White laundry flutters, suspended in the air.