Poems from bluesandrews
Skiing down the steep slopes
twisting and turning then
skidding to a stop
sending up an arc of frosty flakes
Beginners follow like...
I have ripped
the dress that was once
in your closet and which
you were going to wear
to the party.
Forgive me
I had to rip the dress
so...
When sunshine breaks through the clouds
and warm breezes rustle branches
and make the ripples on a pond
Summertime
When bullfrogs leap
to...
Climbing high
falling down
next to a window
old, gray, dusty and cracked
Peering through
Darkness
Moving on through the clouds
Never ending...
Soaring high
Bird of prey
The rustling of feathers
The cheeping of chicks
Large jagged boulders
Long hooked feet
and
Glinting in the...