There's not much to them
These winter skies
A strike of white breaks
Across the softened grey
A colour less canvas
Still pretty in some way
Holds more for the imagination
Than gifts the memory
As we hurry beneath them
I like you see so much in the skies, lovely poem Matthew
We imagine that on such days we are the only ones that notice them and some days I believe we are right. So goes the poet's world open to those uninvited colors ignored by the rainbow.
Thank you, i was sat having a coffee looking through a window at an unimpressive sky but it was still poetic
Dear Poet, Thanks to see your poem. Let the magic mind work like a Houdini in the poetic platform. Let the words perform her majestic duty with enjoyable music bands with crafty hands of colors of light and deliver many life particles, genetic part without the effect of minute mutation. You will be Houdini in words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An excellent poem on accepting winter skies! ! A 10
thank you Carl........... winters skies can be inspiring