The sky pale pink,
the traffic lights
looked like
they were burning.
Somewhere in the distance
was your old house;
a light in the window.
The scent of pine,
lavender clouds
descending to a frosted ground.
Tomorrow, there will be a chill mist
covering the spiked grass,
but tonight the stars are coming out like
buttons
fastened one at a time
on a navy blue coat.
Can you see the same scene
from your skylight,
like a postcard
frozen in time?
The frost comes on
but you are warm
in your owl’s nest
high above the city.
I will wait for you to come out
- Author: rebmasters ( Offline)
- Published: November 25th, 2021 03:43
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments3
Again , another truly lovely poem ๐
'but tonight, the stars
are coming out like buttons
fastened, one at a time
on a navy blue coat.
Can you, see the same scene
from your skylight, like a postcard
frozen in time?'
Great imagery here Reb. Very well done๐
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