last of the fireflies grows dim as the cold takes hold, too weak to fly home
By Reid Christmannabout a year ago in Poets
suspended sneakers hanging from the power lines, you belong down here
flying cellophane drifting further out of reach string too short to catch
Cumulonimbus, fill my view with wind and gray as rain wets my skin.
backs to the grass, we gaze and wish upon the stars: let this moment last.
Shy, blithe play of light concealed to the naked eye penned by earth's author
By Jess Sabout a year ago in Poets
Drone light splits the dark Like la migra's knife—we press Our prayers to the earth ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By Tiffany Harrisabout a year ago in Poets
deep within the clouds a blanket is made for us a soft veil of snow
The peaks lift my legs, At times to chase floating clouds, Yet others, to fight.
By Rachel Steinmetzabout a year ago in Poets
Sirens paint the sky The color of my daughter's First lost baby tooth ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
beyond the skyline lie my dreams so noble, but far beyond my scope
upper atmosphere like a magnifying glass to the outer space
