bows of rain, painted by the sky, sculptured and carved by earth's chemistry
By Jess Sabout a year ago in Poets
colored bridges, that daze us only so slightly yet, our hearts crave them
autumn leaves whirling heavens lid screaming, yelling how enraged he is
Geese heard before seen announcing their arrival gone in an instant
By Patricia Hodgeabout a year ago in Poets
"Petrichor", a word, an ever-so-soothing noun, terms "the scent of rain"
Hail, Bright Wanderer! Time moves on and so do you. Dance with me tonight?
By Cody Segravesabout a year ago in Poets
Yes! There is something, about thunder and lightning, that enlightens me.
strong fast wings of metal bringing joyful dreaming souls to where I dream of
At times I look up I see gray, a reflection of my inner feels
I can't give up, cause after darkness, there is light I turn the switch, soon
there was endless sky and more than any horizon could allow us now
Falling down to earth Astounding and nourishing For ground and its soul
