Tuesday, April 3, 2012

A Poem

...which I wrote.


Let me set the scene for you.

It is morning and you climb out of bed
and slip on your cold dress.
It is still dark outside and you aren’t sure
if any of this is real.

The world appears in shades of gray.

The landscape is uninspiring.
It requires rearrangement so that its image
will appear differently.

Suddenly the sky explodes with purple;
the rest of the world awakens.

1 comment:

  1. This is so nice darling! What do u say about following each other?:X