September 2016 Poem by Jesus Diaz Llorico

September 2016



'This place beams from the heat of the sun
as birds hide in shadows one by one
for even the few passing clouds
leisurely moves from this draping shroud

but a soft winds hungs in the open
as leaves gently sways in nearby trees
a sign that summer will be broken
and signals the coming of winter breeze.'

Wednesday, September 7, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: climate change
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