April 8, 2012 by bonniers
The silver moon rises through old clouds
tattered like worn-out clothing
trees still bare from winter grasp the sky in bony fingers
still the light comes
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged poem | 6 Comments
Very evocative; I like the worn-out clothing simile.
Thanks Nykki. I assume you’re Nykki from G+?
Voila! One and the same 🙂
I should dig up my WordPress login. 😛
Glad you came over. I love your poetry.
Love it! Maybe next year, I’ll do poetry month instead of trying and failing with Script Frenzy again.
I’m finding it invigorating and much less pressured. It’d be good to do every day, but just doing what I can helps.
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