streams of sunlight
immerse me in warmth
when the sun sinks
breath clouds will form
currents of cool
float in the breeze
tingling the nose
time for long sleeves
forests set ablaze
an inferno of hues
orange, yellow, red
beneath heaven blue
the man in the moon
sheds his pale light
through the crisp air
each electric night
About Me
- Lexi
- Self-proclaimed optimist. Loves music, kissing, words, sunshine, peanut butter, being an aunt. Hates competition, mayonnaise, centipedes, bras, long fingernails.
1 comment:
the crazy thing is that i wrote a poem a lot like this three years ago... not near as good. but it basically said the same thing. ;]
Post a Comment