500 days of Autumn

500 days of Autumn

Monday, 18 November 2013

Bare branches scrape the sky 

and the ocean spits out and 
pulls the rocks back
Fingers made of ice 
Lay down with the waves
 and let the sea scrape me in.


Emma Jane said...

This is so lovely. I love the layout of this poem. Perfect.

Tightrope to the Sun

Grace said...

speechless. i've missed your posts, friend. xx

marcia said...

oh, i've missed your posts! this is the loveliest.

Hannah said...

OH so pretty!!

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