A cold breath tickles your throat,
whispers in your ear,
you close your eyes,
see with the mind,
the frosty breeze still whispering to you
it rustles leaves, sways the grass,
the swinging brings squeaks,
up and down,
the breeze feels stronger with the movement,
the frosty breath, colder
You don't mind.
You feel the freedom, the flight,
you feel the air,
and you release.
The moment in the air,
that one second, brings more freedom,
the feel of flight,
then you land with a thump.
It stung some, but you get up,
close your eyes,
and swing once more,
Up and down.
YOU ARE READING
Mirrors
PoetryShort poems I've made. They were made at different points in time. They are a bit of a reflection. I hope you like them.
