A Flight On New Years Eve
Outside branches clawed the slate,
Dragging frosty talon nails,
Whilst high above the moon there sails
A silver jet on vapour trails;
Unknown, sat in her steely hull they wait,
Whoever they may be, they are,
The time-zone throng who travel far,
The riders of the shooting star.
Erased to faceless, sketchy visions,
Sped across the sky,
As grounded, rooted – wonder, watch,
The last year passing by.
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2008
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