morning poem, November 13, 2015

Opening My Window At 2:17 AM

.

 

The cold of night

The stars so bright

The cobalt blue

The streetlights, too.

.

The whispering breeze

The frosted leaves

A lonely car

A trainhorn far.

 

Copyright 2015

 

Advertisements
This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s