I'm BACK!!! I'll be sharing some of my favorite poems since The Darkness, which means mostly poems I wrote over the summer :) First of the batch, 10! 10 It may be earlier Than the wind suggests, Digging its roots deep into my bones, But everything feels the same As it always does at 3am. The clouds shed their weight Lightly, like a sheet Of mildew and gentle hands Holding hands. Petrichor, And the smell of mud Fill my lungs And let them spread Like the wings of a mourning dove. The sky is still lit, If only barely. The trees frame the clouds, Like soot piling on ash. Both dark and burned, Both smell of flames, But when still, the difference Still reigns. And when still, The clouds Still rain.
