the sky is an ombre of blue;
from the darkest shade, you'd think
it black, to a pale, electric robin's egg.
the stars are edging their way
to the horizon. the sounds of children's
laughter is slowly fading away;
the sounds of cricket's lullabies
replacing them. the sound of the
swing, swaying back and forth gently,
is a sound from the back of
my mind. the wind rustling through
the trees, leaving soft kisses on
my pale cheeks. the smell of
dirt, and rain, make my lips
curl upwards, in a soft smile.
18/9/15
YOU ARE READING
sunshine and frost
Poetrywords that are spoken aloud cannot be taken back - are yours said with sunshine, or with frost? - a collection of poems i have been writing for the past two years.
