Steam blows off my cup in the cool September air
Children chatter excitedly while waiting for the bus
Birds flit about as the suns first rays paint the tree tops gold
A light breeze plays with my hair
Bringing the fresh smell of a new day
YOU ARE READING
Poems...
PoesíaJust a collection of poems that I've written over the years. I have notebooks full of my rambling & I thought I might post some of the better ones for any who would like to take a look. I do not profess to be very good, I just write whatever I feel...
