Poetry (Day 65): Galah

    Galah

Galah. Flickering
in and out of existence.

A pink-feather sunset
tearing a hole
in the approaching storm.

Then it turns and disappears,
grey back camouflaged
against the clouds.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s