Daily missive for Monday the 5th of November.
The wind picks up
So much more than leaves
Pollen and dust
Every hushed whisper is
Tossed high into the air
Forming new chains
Of thought rarely connected
Origami clouds scud
Over a backlit sky
A deep
Drowning pool
Rippling with excitement
Tiny particles dance
As thick as thieves
Waiting for the dust to settle
Before taking flight
Nothing is still
Inertia is relative
Time changes everything
Gravity is more fun than
A serious word
Carried in waves
By a capricious wind
Solar power is more
Than a sunbeam
With a clear focus.
Beautiful poem.
By: Julie G on November 5, 2018
at 9:13 am