dancing up above the trees-
warm evening air and summer breeze
the distant city lights are in view
a contrasting sky of pink and blue
what an experience to look down
and see treetops below your feet
for on the roof, there's seldom sound
only shingles for a seat
YOU ARE READING
Quiver
Poetrya place where I've written my feelings when I felt them. it has become a story of depression and recovery, love and loss, hope and fear, and everything in-between. mostly poetry, sometimes stories. :)
