silver and fences

the sky turns a shade more
today the raindrops are tense.

turn it silver, run your fingers 
through the taste of
the air, don't forget
this moment, the feeling
of now

and thoughts are falling
like the smell
of newly picked strawberries


R_TEST said...

I like the simile of thoughts vs. smell of strawberries. beautiful!

xoxo said...

such a nice poem and picture they mix together nicely.

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in the wake of light, your words bring me more(please, do leave your fingerprints behind, so I may relish the image of our hands after you go.)