The Inkwell

from inkdrop – poetry, places and events

Adrift

Down the road blown by the wind

rafts of snow travel quickly

in forms that move like starlings

forward and back, the snowflakes move

till the wind drops, and they land softly on the lawn

 

deftly floating it’s way out to sea

rickety branches travel across the water

in expectation they’ll

find their way through the salty sea

towards the sandy shore

 

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