Weather vane


It is the season when the electric sky is gathering
in the distance

A grey and yellow summerglade sleeps soundless
as it awaits the approaching storm

Earth let its lame swaying straws grow
over me as a quilt

Somewhere I have lost myself to the ground



Poetry by F. Soderberg
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Written on 2006-02-13 at 00:26

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Havetslys
This poem seems loaded with atmosphere, and the last line is rather thought-provoking. Very interesting!
2007-05-20


Christian Ward
I love the imagery in this, very deep and visual. Great stuff
2006-02-15