Snaking through the crisp air
Fresh and new
Familiar and cold
Burgundy thread stringing apart as caught in the newly naked branches
Weaves and wisps and later a new flight begins
Opposite of most. North.
Fresh and new familiar and cold
Smooth passing of thick leather and boots clonking
Weaving back and forth in the same dark red motion
Smoke seen. An excitement comes with a contrast in air
Finally threads and weaves and knots and snakes and strings later
Home
Familiar and warm
Fresh and new
YOU ARE READING
My Poetry
PoetryJust poetry I made. Enjoy!!! I own everything but the pics. Cover pic I own tho! (Bet nobody will get the reason I wrote number 13)
