Travelers Poem by Albert Timper

Travelers



Invisible travelers are rushing by,

They brush my face as they fly,

Bending golden faded river grasses opposite the blue sky,

Pushing on a stump holding snow for an artist's eye,

Invisible travelers rushing nigh.

Monday, August 25, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: wind
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