A Grass Plain
A grass plain.
The birds in the sky.
A lightning.
A thunder.
A drop of rain.
Wind through the trees.
The song of a dying wood thrush.
The continuous thrumming of rain on earth.
Exhaling.
Droplets of water suspended in air.
Coldness biting your cheeks.
Your nose.
Your ears.
Teeth-on-teeth: chatter chatter.
Grey sky.
Grey cumulus.
Blue eyes.
Running through grass.
Weaving through trees.
A forest of "maybe"s and "what if"s.
Maybe it was time to wake up.
A grass plain.
YOU ARE READING
Words of Ink
PoesiaOne word. I fell in your trance, sucked into your inky depth. Two words. You drew me in, my attention rapt. Three words. I laughed, I cried, I knew Four words. that you were just a word of ink. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~...
