Ducking into the woods
it is harder to tell
the storm has come—
though here
beneath the trees
in my own chest,
thunder.
February 11, 2018 by Rosemerry
Ducking into the woods
it is harder to tell
the storm has come—
though here
beneath the trees
in my own chest,
thunder.
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged escape the self, poem, poetry, storm | 2 Comments
Love the imagery
thank you, Angela! no escaping ourselves, eh?