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"reching" poems
Through the window over my kitchen sink, I see a beautiful lady on my lawn. She stands tall, her graceful neck reching for the sun. Her skirt bellows out around her. It's beautifully made by Mother Nature herself. Green leaves touched auburn and maroon by September's cool kisses. Many arched arms lift it as she sways in the wind. Perfectly content in the sun, or the rain. She stands, and she is, a beauty.
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Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 8:41 PM UTC
aiden
September's Beauty
Through the window over my kitchen sink, I see a beautiful lady on my lawn. She stands tall, her graceful neck reching for the sun. Her skirt bellows out around her. It's beautifully made by Mother Nature herself. Green leaves touched auburn and maroon by September's cool kisses. Many arched arms lift it as she sways in the wind. Perfectly content in the sun, or the rain. She stands, and she is, a beauty.
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