Unfinished Poem: ‘Warmth’

Here is the current progress of my new poem ‘Warmth’… enjoy:

It ambled down the highway
Along the tarmac plain
Embraced the thumbs of drifters
To remind them of their name.

‘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.

It ambled down the highway
Along the tarmac plain
Embraced the thumbs of drifters
To remind them of their name.

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About Jeremiah Dowling

I write poetry and take crazy pictures in an Orange Chair all over the United States while reading amazing books.

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