Dew

Hardened by natures routine 

your ego widens as you go along

not being able to touch others,

seeking shelter and protection 

from sharp edges of speech

Sun shines on you one morning 

and ultimately a change occurs,

your shield melts away

leaving your inner core to 

slowly adapt and join the others

In the fullness of time that what 

remains of the old pattern

is a misty shadow lingering 

to produce wet feet while

walking across green meadows  

 

 

Reviews

[Misery]

I enjoy your poetry. You keep your creations short, but fill them with carefully chosen words that do not waste precious space on the page. Thank you for sharing your art, dear poet.