Whitney Jones Olson

Rookie (August 14,1982 / Indiana)

Vulnerable,1st Movement - Poem by Whitney Jones Olson

In the mornings, i find the rise of my passion, intensified by every footfall of the rising light's intricate dance.
In the afternoons, i sit beneath the lilac trees, inhaling the richness of possibility heavy hanging in the still air.
In the evenings, i see the sunset as a reflection of the potential of you, fading into the sweet darkling twilight.

Listen to this poem:

Comments about Vulnerable,1st Movement by Whitney Jones Olson

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 2, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 21, 2010


[Report Error]