Sun trickles down the hills,
the air is changing, and I can
feel the whisper of fall crisply
in my ears. The world spins a
little faster, and time begins to
swim away, the new year
getting closer.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina
Month: September 2019
Raindrops (poem #440)
In the night, the trees shake
the wind dancing on the leaves.
A quiet murmur, the hoot of an
owl and the scurring sound
of a mouse in the grass. The clouds
gather, and a low grumble of thunder
causes a few to wake and wonder.
The sounds of pattering raindrops
dancing on the leaves echo through
the air, a quiet hush.
-Alina