Description: I wrote this poem a while back. I just remembered I had it on a different sight, thought I'd see what you guys have to say.
I wrote it while studying for a French test.
(Oie is goose in french)
Oie -------------------------------------------
The sun's presence is clear on this simple
fall afternoon. But its word is blocked out
by the cool whisper of the crisp fall
breeze.
The crunching of snow under my feet peirces
my ears in the cold silence of the day. My
boots ever so slowly filling with the
melted snow from the blank, white, ground.
In the distance a bellowing of honks
intrudes the dead air. Above, a V of
aviators speed across the sky. Their
presence is demanding and untouchable as
they soar overhead.
The geese's company is clear for now, but
will soon be unknown as the icy, harsh,
winter sets in for another year.
hmmmm, i wrote something like this, except mine was dark and morbid. you show the lighter side of change, and i like it. ps - thanks for commenting on 'insomnia'. i read that steven king book "Rose Madder". it was intense. funny how it should remind you of it. i dunno. thanks for stoppin by!
don't forget about snow boarding And suger shacks wait a minut we don't have that any more yeah winter sucks.
That is great, very discriptiveI could so see it as it was being discribed.verr nice , I would pick it apart but there is nothing to pick at good job keep it up.
Submission Name: Oie
