Poetry

I haven't attemted poetry in quite some time. To tell you the truth I don't even like reading poetry, but I always liked writing it. This last week I keep finding writing a topic, whether someone asked me about my writing, or I am reading about a writer who knows that, even with no inspiration, that they must write. So I decided to give it a try. Here is my latest attepmt. It is rough but at least I wrote something.......

Winter

The wind howled

In bitterness,

A blustery day

Of snow

Surrounded us.

Shivering

We huddled

Against the bricks

Warmed

By The sun

Brightness encircled us

Though it never

Quite made it

Inside

Heads bent

We shuffled forward

The wind pushing

Us Back

Heat hit us

From inside the bus

Not warmth,

Warmth was still

Months away.

Jennifer Hopkins 1/09