Girl At A Bus Stop

a poem I wrote quickly, that needs some work

A white dress

full of winter cherries;

hair curled with frost.

A carried box

tied with string

and legends.

Maybe a modelled

sister,or a ghost

from a playground.

You turn to

circumnavigate

in all this road

and wonder that

this is as

a finger of snow in April.

The sky is hasty

with a flock of clouds,

broody, hanging -

The next day empty ;

just a shape without standing ;

colder. 

Reviews

[Shivam Murari]

I like the analogy of nature you used here. "a ghost from a playground" caught my attention first. That's a rather good catch phrase. "The next day empty". Implied rather well. Enjoyed reading this.

[Leslie Philibert]

Hallo Shivam, thanks for the kind words.

[Shivam Murari]

Anytime. I have come here after months. Its nice to see you're still around. :)