Sep 2011
Clouds snagged
on mountain peaks,
the air cool, and fresh.
Giving directions south
to passing Monarch butterflies.
Geese down the river...
hawks soar high.
Nothing much to say
seasons turning
summer into fall.
world spinning,
life changing.
on mountain peaks,
the air cool, and fresh.
Giving directions south
to passing Monarch butterflies.
Geese down the river...
hawks soar high.
Nothing much to say
seasons turning
summer into fall.
world spinning,
life changing.
Sometimes I am trying to express a feeling and I just can't get it right. I feel that way about this poem...a final version evades me.- From Poetry Jam (on Toast)
