Snow falling
dancing white specks
journeys from heaven
quickly absorbed
in mundane.
.
Plane flying
leaving white trails
journey from you
quickly absorbed
in fast lanes
Snow falling
dancing white specks
journeys from heaven
quickly absorbed
in mundane.
.
Plane flying
leaving white trails
journey from you
quickly absorbed
in fast lanes
Your poetry is taking on a new flavor?
Do you think so?
Interesting.
Off to the big city tomorrow for conference. Already miss hubby!
Are you coming to Vancouver?
Yes. I’m at a conference at the Four Seasons. Every minute scheduled until departure though. No chance for fun, visiting, or exploring! 😦
Maybe i will catch a glimpse of Mrs. Bird…..
🙂
I appear to be the only person here with pink and purple hair. I don’t think I’m hard to spot!
Snow and planes- which is the more mundane?
Good question.