The chirping birds
Below silvery skies
Fly across
From tree to tree
The nest their zone
The darkness their fear
Crawl through twigs
Intertwined in a cone
Darkness falls
The sun sinks low
The stars all scattered
In a row
And the moon in earnest
From the blankets emerge
The moon and stars
Together merge
To spring back the life
From the orange glow
YOU ARE READING
The Feel Of Poetry #Wattys2017
Poetry#28 in poetry. I love reading poetry just as I enjoy writing poems. It was always my desire to write poetry but just didn't get down to it. Now that I have a bit of time on hand I have decided to compile a book of all my poems. HOPE YOU ENJOY !!!
