Warmth

* This is the start of my new unfinished poem ‘Warmth’. I will be working on it every week for the next while to try and create a poem that captures the essence of warmth and how it connects us to each other.*

‘Warmth’

The sun said, “Write me down.”
Then spun its golden thread
Around each silver cloud
That lingered overhead

Then falling down, this golden
Thread danced among the trees
And carving pathways through the
Grass made alive the leaves.

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