Young twigs and flower buds poke
out of barren branches.
Gentle breeze sprinkles
colors on early leafing cherry trees.
Tag: poem
I wish I were
Gushes of wind
That lashes away
The raging torrents sweeping
The iron bridge etched with “Ellicott City.”
Billows of smoke
from gunfire engulfs
a town echoed with shrieks
of terror and fury.
The morning wind howled, sending a wave of swirling air,
Shivers of cold running up and down my spine.
As chattering students head inside the school,
I huddle up tight on the sidewalk, fulfilling my morning duties,
Because I’m a safety patrol.