a thin, crisp edge on
the March breeze
we lean in toward
each other
soft woolen scarves wound
loosely round our throats
apple blossoms dance
on each gust,
alight on the mill
pond, petals
unfurled, billowing,
like fairy sail boats
Spring Harbor (Day 13, NaPoWriMo 2013)
Posted by Hannah Six at 10:22 PM
Labels: #NaPoWriMo, poem, poet, Poetry
1 comment:
I used to contribute to a blog called PPP; Pictures, Poetry, and Prose. I Loved that site. They would post a picture and people would write whatever came to mind in a matter of minutes.
Life happened to the author of that blog and it disappeared.
I miss it still.
Your poems remind me of that. Thank you!
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