Poetry
Where the Birds Fly
POMprompt#22 response: What’s Out Your Window

Beyond the glass of my terrarium beneath the frozen rind of winter under a crust disguised as soil inside the thick roots of trees within the portentous potential of bulbs and seeds in spite of the vengeful chaos of air against all the forces at odds with one another by means of gentle, persistent persuasion according to what the march of time has shown me owing to the strength of virtues’ treasures on account of my trust in the Maker of Promises through the haze outside my window I see hope
This poem is in response to ◦•●❄ Christina M. Ward ❄●•◦and Samantha Lazar’s POM Prompt #22, What’s Out Your Window? Please check out the prompt below
Thank you, readers! Thank you POM editors and fellow writers, for making this such a luminous place!
