Poems from The Hopeful Poet
The snow falls from the white clouds
Breathe.
The air is frosty and the icicles hang low
Breathe.
The snowflakes softly hit the ground...
All of us have our moments when we see others feeling down
It is our job to reach out , grab them and pull them up from the ground
Looking...
Water
Cool, Expansive
Racing, Rushing, Falling
Oceans, Lakes, Fireplaces, Bonfires
Burning, Vibrant, Orange
Warm, Dangerous
Fire