Slate, Pewter, and Flint
A poem
Heavy clouds cover the sweet blue sky. A hopeful sliver of birds egg blue Positivity much needed today. Yesterday, dazzling shades, Azure, arctic, sapphire. The shimmering sun, Warm and golden Bringing light, To body, Soul.
Today, Leaden, Grey sky, Sticky, heavy, Casts no shadows, Dulls edges and minds. Slate, pewter, flint, forces An inward pondering gaze, Self-reflection in the damp mist. I sit. Alone. Thoughts of love for those Many clutches of clouds away, mountains, Deserts of scrub and sand, thick green forests Another clime, another world, another hemisphere.
~thanks for reading~
Lisa writes poetry and other things from her home in Finland. If you’d like to keep in touch, she writes Northen Notes.
