Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2015
You could hear it-

The ground rumbling, the writhing branches trying to hold on to their scurrying leaves.

You could see it-

The yellows and oranges relenting to the indigo and gray, the birds retreating to their comfort.

You could feel it-

the rumbling of the Earth, the wind entering through the cracked window from the runaway branch.

The Blackwind began spinning through the sky- twisting and turning, emulating a vacuum cleaner.
Night lived within the revolving snare leaving a void in its wake.
Washed brand new like an open canvas the once inhabitable surroundings relied on time to create it  anew once more.
Marquis Hardy
Written by
Marquis Hardy  Peachtree Corners, GA
(Peachtree Corners, GA)   
397
   SPT and Austin B
Please log in to view and add comments on poems