Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2013
the white moon lingers
in the pale blue morning sky
paper thin or thinner
like a piece of cloud torn off

there is only this;
the wind, slightly cold
the sun, slightly warmer

and the promise of something
we have yet to define
SLM
Written by
SLM
Please log in to view and add comments on poems