A hazy mist blankets the sky.
sky of ashen cornflower cast,
cast a fall bronze, florid glow.
glow which blurs into the past.
amid the nipping humidity,
humidity that makes my hair curl,
curl the legs. One after the other
other after the other, my legs unfurl.
my heart begins to rush
rush of breaths entering my lungs
lungs open, breath deep
deep into my run I'm flung.
my mind starts to clear
clear the route for reflection.
reflection hints me towards harmony.
Harmony guides me to revolution.
And the past is blurred into the fog
fog that leaves the ashen mist;
mist perfect for a run, and I feel...
...feel like I'm Heaven kissed.
**picture is from google images.
** this week, I tried playing with the Loop Poem form for One Shot Wednesday, an excellent place to post and read poetry. Head over there to meet some fantastic writers :)