The look of dew kissing the grass.
In the morning summer haze.
The fog that dances and glides across the tree tops.
Rain that falls from a never ending sky.
Past big rolling clouds filled with purples and blues.
That sweeps in like a tide in the afternoon.
The look of lightening as it paints the sky in angry lines.
The endless clashes of thunder. Booming with laughter.
The mud between my toes
Clothes soaked
The smell of damp earth and rain
A smile so wide
The trees that sway in the breeze
The endless row of trees
A secret hideout
A place to escape
A dreamers place
YOU ARE READING
I came with broken bones - Poetry Collection- 2010
PoetryMindless thoughts and horrible emotions of my insanity spilled on paper for your eyes to see.
