l i g h t room

Word(s) . Light . Life

November Flight

Leave a comment

Dark pencil lines

Scrawled on a tin cup sky

Rumpled as an old coat

Old man weather shoots

A few ice pellets fall short

As a new group of seven flys by

Young geese trying out test patterns

Soaring on steel-edged wings

Beyond brash city bridges

And red rush hour streams

Shrugging off cold storm clouds

It’s a season for new heroes

To race south with the sun

© 2012 S. Michaels
Breakaway – Spreading Wings

Advertisements

Author: LightWriters

Faith child. Poet. Photo-buff.

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s