The shingles on the roof like
layered papers in a collage of wind,
ice, snow, rain
The wind tears apart the clouds, so
blinding with hints of blue
tucked among the curves of the sky,
the tips of craggy mountaintops, and teetering cliffs.
The sun paints black figures as it
drips through the glass and onto
my book of yesterdays.
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5 comments:
Oooh, I especially love the last stanza.
Pretty :)
ditto maya
I love it priya :)
Thank you so much, everyone! Your comments make my day.
I love this bit:
"a collage of wind,
ice, snow, rain"
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