Rejoice Poem by Howard Pipe

Rejoice

Rating: 5.0


I can splash warmer tones
on a watery sky,
nudge the drifting cloud,
touch the Spring shoots,
fresh, green.

The east wind
exhales,
its sharp edge
bleeds the air clean,
clear, cool.

I taste the breeze,
smell the waves crash.
I can walk,
talk,
hear the trees.

Thursday, January 17, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: thanksgiving
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jazib Kamalvi 13 February 2019

A nice poem, Howard. Read my poem Love and L u s t. Thanks.

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