nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Secret
Her eyes were closed, but they didn't need to be open for her to see. Her body, from her stomach and up, swayed side to side with the motion of which she had no control. The breeze that muffled her hearing smelled of mowed grass, but it gradually changed to the smell of sulfur. This had been the road she'd been driven on for over a year, nearly every day; sometimes she would actually be awake as she reclined in the passenger seat. She could tell, though, by the winding of the car and the smell of the old valley's swamp, where they have arrived.
By Caitlin Halladay6 years ago in Poets
