6-19-77
Hazed horizons
hanging low,
Lines of clouds
that start to go
Higher till their over head.
Trilling notes from hawks
on high
Riding winds
within the sky,
Call the sun to bed6-19-
Copyright © Wm Paul | Year Posted 2014
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment