"Everyday in every way I’m getting better and better" - Emile Coue
Thursday, March 29, 2018
I hear birdsongs
Grey clouds cover morning sky Palest of white, misting eyes Searching for seeds & spring buds We walk slow on greasy mud ~0~0~
She is thin, pared to the bones Her voice, faint as ghost's whisper I wish she sees sun-licked blooms Outside room, waving at her Posted for dVerse Poets - Tanaga Poetry form, hosted by Frank Hubeny. This form has 4 lines, with 7 syllables per line. Thanks for your visit.