Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2020
It is an August not soaking rain but getting there
People are driving but destinations unknown
The bakery had great Danish so it went home first trip
This was a longer walk and very quiet until he appeared
This little ball of golden sunshine that should be on a tropical island
sang for me and fluttered his feathers
As he flew to his mates,Clearly, the choices we make can lead us to encounter that brightened my soul and lifted a wounded spirit
Thanks, little friend
Only in New York City

C@rainbowchaser2020
Written by
Maddy  F/East Coast
(F/East Coast)   
34
       Veritia Venandi, N and Carlo C Gomez
Please log in to view and add comments on poems