Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

cold sun

you’re chalk white in the sky
i can’t even lift my eyes and
look directly at you
and yet, even though you are made
of fire, you feel like cold,
distant ice in the winter sky

___
written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: degree

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Basic HTML is allowed. Your email address will not be published.

Subscribe to this comment feed via RSS

%d bloggers like this: