The Poet Community

Wind Brushes by Trees | A Poem by Ananya S. Guha

Wind brushes by trees
which are a stop over to
skies pointing upwards
and hills in chorus claiming
mortality. No change, these
hills suffuse time and space
leaving a huge blank of hope.
They spill over into dreams
but when morning arrives
they change colours in shades of blue and green.
They a crescent, they the upper crust of fields that
Tremble in eternal rock climbing.

The Poet Community is completely reader supported, please help me keep it going.

Have you read Guy Farmer's social justice poetry book now available on Amazon?

Read poems by Guy Farmer on this site.