The air is fresh
It smells of lilacs and roses
Magnolias and peaches
But there is a darkness looming far in the distance
The leaves start to turn up
And clouds gather in the sky
A storm is coming..
-
Author:
Georgia Rayne (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 23rd, 2019 19:38
- Category: Nature
- Views: 4
Offline)
Comments1
You describe the coming weather-change very well here Geogia - - I like the short-line metre you chose as it slows down the pace to make the reader really feel that gathering storm.
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.