Not On a Hot Air Balloon
The frost has touched the Holly leaves
It waits patiently to be released by the sun
Once again into the atmosphere
Then be changed again next year
The winter early sun cast long shadows
Falling down the hill, valley, and up part way the other hill
The cold air soon the body does fill
The rooster crows as though air still warm
Just as excited to greet the dawn
The crows caw and flutter many sounds and alarms
They don't seem to mind not being warm
The cat comes to me hungarily wanting her bowl filled
Duty and responsibility call me away and not on a hot air balloon..
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | 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. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment