Overhead, the sky is ready to dispense snow.
Salmon-colored sky,
Vulcan forges ashes and sparks.
Chilled air exits my mouth,
as I walk downhill,
staring at all the red,
the frozen red ready to fall.
Written: circa Spring 2003
About Me
- Sherry
- When I was 14, I wrote my first poem, a treacly one about friendship. In high school, I began writing poems after reading Jewel's "A Night in Armor," a book that allowed me to fall in love with free verse. Once I entered college, A.R. Ammons's "Glare," an opus using beautiful, winding language, completely changed the way I thought about poetry. And I've played with words ever since.
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