Under Flamingo Clouds

A week of factory smoke
Glued tight by a still wind,
Sitting pink above a sunset,

Flamingo clouds
Perched in the country.

Cats fang voles,
Pheasants skip like infants,
Bullocks sulk in unison
And the sky interrupts with showers

As I sit cold on a bench,
Rain waking my face,
My shivering body
Bringing the trees to life,

Leaves gently falling,
My heart beneath soil.

3 Responses to “Under Flamingo Clouds”

  1. As I sit cold on a bench,
    Rain waking my face,
    My shivering body
    Bringing the trees to life,

    Leaves gently falling,
    My heart beneath soil.

    very vivid and sharp imagery, well done.

  2. the imagery is dynamic and beautiful.

    🙂

  3. This poems wakes you up and says, “It’s time to wake up and live!” Loved it!

    http://elizena-lovingmycreator.blogspot.com/

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