Monday, April 05, 2010

NaPoWriMo #5


within two minutes,
my jacket is soaked.

dragging my backpack through puddles,
I pluck a cherry blossom off a tree and
duck under its dripping branches

my feet stamping on soggy leaves,
ghosts of yesterday's wind


Malbebe said...

I like your poem, its really good. I tried writing poetry and its tough.

Erin said...

this captures the atmosphere very well!