Will Vigar

A Writer of Sorts

“Summer”

2a319ed2d

Crisp air

Less definite now

those brittle breaths

have passed for

another year

 

summer air

its humid mass

presses down

on limbs

unwanted

 

no movement

until autumn

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Information

This entry was posted on February 27, 2016 by in Poem, Poetry, Will Vigar and tagged , , , , .
%d bloggers like this: