Steeples
Dull cold, cars splashing and rushing through puddles
Wind cold, flags slapping against their poles like screams
Reflection’s cold, as i walk past shop windows and dreams
Buildings cold, their steeples loom like crows in the trees in the snow
And i wonder, can you feel my heartbeat
Comments
This is good concise poetry and really captures a moment quite vividly, like a painted picture with feeling and movement.
Thanks for the lovely comment, glad you like it. One of those nights walking home alone from the pub…
– justinGC