Natures Play
The creek’s great to hide from the heat
Grey finches in the trees songs sound sweet
I smell leaves, blossoms and moist peat
Cushion my body from my head to feet
Sprigs of radiantly green wheat
Clouds play out drama above my seat
By Robb A. Kopp
Copyright © Robb A. Kopp | Year Posted 2010
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