The view from my cubicle
Grace @ Everyday Amazing
the noise outside
never ceases - whistling, screeching, thundering
from cars, trucks
going east or west
always fast -
chasing ticking clock
I don't see -
muting the snowdrops falling, trembling
like a dove.
Posted for Real Toads - Mary's Mixed Bag - Windows
Poetry form: La Lune for D'verse Poets Pub - Take 2 for me ~
3 lines of 3-5-3 words or 5-3-5 syllabic count - I have used both.