feel.
the whisper
of the wind.
and the splatter
of the sea.
touch.
the flutter
of the wings.
or the scatter
of the song.
witness.
the sky
as it breaks.
for days
on end.
take in.
all
of the ways.
the earth feels.
and ache
© Hudson Biko
Tag: poetry blog
blue
it was about midday.
the branches were low.
a lawn mower
hovered
above the sound of the birds
lined against the silence
of the sky.
the blue
was bleeding.
in
and out.
© Hudson Biko
