Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2021
Sometimes
it's just a gray

windswept day
and we do our best

to find the beauty
in the churning

roiling clouds
above

and the soggy

uneven earth
squishing

under our feet

whit howland © 2021
Whit Howland
Written by
Whit Howland
142
     B
Please log in to view and add comments on poems