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
Author: Alina H. Hansen Writer & Poet
Alina Happy Hansen is a writer, poet, and blogger based in San Francisco. Besides writing nearly 24/7 and reading stacks of books, Alina enjoys watching classic horror films and listening to Stoner Metal. She holds a Bachelors of Arts in English with a Minor in Writing and Rhetoric Studies from The University of Utah.
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…
the sun (poem #439)
the sun batters me my body burned a heart beating among the rubble of the city. Thank you for reading! -Alina
Mind (poem #438)
Mind over matter, no longer, let the world break your bones, shatter. A new mind emerges. Thank you for reading! -Alina
Clouds Gather (poem #437)
Clouds gather, a grumbling gray in the distance. A push from above, tiny hands of sky gods pressing down, their words wet with rain. Thank you for reading! -Alina