Space Before Thunder

Just a moment of wistfulness on a late winter day...

Vacant places, pushed across a rubble sky at speed

 

Belched snow hard driven against dust from stone

 

Whittled flakes of spring scurf scuttle by anxious to pass

 

Tunnelled gusts fling late cold against winter hardened skin

 

I know the soft and murmurous days approach, and I yearn

 

Reviews

[Kat]

Really evokes those cold days when you don't want to go out! Nice poem.

[angelina blue]

i love your descriptive words....I can relate wholeheartedly to this moment on a winter day.

[maggie42]

I loved this ! Wonderfully written :)