August wind
blows dry
Dark clouds
gather in heaps over the mountains
Restlessness
is in this unsettled air
I stir from
my summer stupor
I wonder
What will
tomorrow bring?
But for
tonight
As trees
toss limbs around me
Waving leaves
like black lace handkerchiefs against the smoky sky
I am caught
up in this wind and carried on a dream
And I fly.
~kathie adams brown (August 14, 2013)
Your style reminds me quite a bit of my own. I loved the "trees toss limbs around me", and your use of sibilance - I can hear it so well!
ReplyDeleteI have a few poems from when I first moved to our new house in 2011 that I think you will like. I'll post them sometime.
Kat, thanks for saying that. I hope you do post them sometime. I'm glad you liked my poem.
DeleteBeautiful to be caught in this wind!
ReplyDeleteSandy, yes it is. It carries me away...
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