Thursday, January 11, 2018

Poem #1

Feet numb
Grass stabbing like icy swords
Octobers chill brush my bare legs
The sun glitters from behind the autumn leaves
As morning gold blinding my eyes
Fields saturated in lustrous light
Leaping from puddles of sunlight searching for their warmth
Playing with the trees like childhood toys

Birds whistle their morning songs as they whirl around me


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