Plucked from soaked ground
While fleeing the retreating storm
Fingers peruse from bottom to top
Eyes scour clearer skies
Spots of sunlight fall through peaceful leaves
With back to ravaged landscape
Progressing forward lacking hesitation
Another feather
Spirals down rocked by the air's cradle
And is placed into outstretched hands
"Eyes on the skies"
Flows from lips
Like a slow, gentle breeze
YOU ARE READING
A Lyrical Mind
PoesiaSimply a collection of poetry that I've written or will soon write in the future. No specific topic, just anything that pops into my mind. Hope you enjoy!
