Saturday Morning
Saturday morning
Fires keep burning
All around me
Like winds set free
Consuming the browns of the hills
Like wild blade heading for kills
Giving light to the chocolate soil
That for long time left in spoil;
And where winds will blow
New lives will soon grow.
Copyright © R. B. Cawis | Year Posted 2024
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment