Looking up,
See the blue
Turn to gray.
See the clouds gather
Into a broiling, churning
Mass of air.
Looking up,
Wind blasts through
Strands of auburn hair
To separate
And toss in the air.
Looking up,
Brown eyes
Open wide,
Filled with wonder
And awe.
Looking up,
Arms raised,
Palms up,
An offering to the
Thundering sky.
Looking up,
Mouth open,
Tongue out,
Hoping to catch
The first
Drop.















Comments
very clear images (duh thats what the assignment was) and the mood of it is nice
se ven graciosos los poemas de estrofas cortas XD
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por cierto, a ver cuando me haces un poema XDDDDDD
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