The sun spit lances
And the air quivered.
What could survive
Her wrath? From worms
To trees all wilted in Her
Wake. Yet night would come,
And Her reign would be
Overthrown. And lightning bugs
Would glow in mockery of
The former Queen's shine.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
A Summer Day: A Very Short Poem
PoesíaThis was a poem that I had to write for my college creative writing class. Hope it brings some joy.
