17 October 2011

Midnight Breeze

The deep roar
of thunder,
the clash of white
doesn't bother me
as I gaze out my
window, breathing
in the rich smells
of rain hitting
leaves of grass.

I still catch
my breath
when i see
the the lightning
shimmer like
handfuls of thrown
diamonds, then
vanish like the wake
of a dream.

-N (June 28, 1999; age thirteen)

1 comment:

N.E. Avery said...

I wrote this poem when I was thirteen, BUT i did edit it for you to see now. I did keep true to the lovely lines and imagery that I thought up. I found this in one of my diaries. Kinda neat!