by Yankee4youSt. Albans, Vermont, USA
May 2012 865 Views 13 comments
Summer
When Iris blooms
So deep blue
Like the sea
Warming eggs
A mother bird
Lies in her nest
When storms brew
Surging over me
Thunder rattles
My rib cage
Through and through
So deep blue
Like the sea
Warming eggs
A mother bird
Lies in her nest
When storms brew
Surging over me
Thunder rattles
My rib cage
Through and through
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Posted: May 2012
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Comments (13)
Windy
Surging over me
There is something about a storm brewing that I love...Well it does take all sorts...Lovely poem as ever yankee.
The air just before a storm is like a tightly coiled spring, love that freshness just after too
Rob
Nicely done ...very free and natural.