Gulls outside my widow
cries herald the coming of summer.
Flashes of white against a blue sky
Swooping wings outstretched riding ever warning winds
carrying the scents of a summer
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Quick poem today, mostly comprised of a few thoughts I had earlier which I jotted down.
I often hear gull. I like the poem. I can see their movements well.
ReplyDeleteVery nice Claire :) I enjoyed your G post :)
ReplyDeleteHope you're having a great time with the A to Z challenge!
~Anna
herding cats & burning soup