huddle

raindrops lost

in the wind

infinities count 

their blessings

the city huddles

against the storm

Reviews

[.]

yeah
and we wait
for storms to leave
we wait for relief
countless times
cringing cities can only cringe
cringing cities can't fight storms
blessings are a blessing
for we can count them
while we wait for storms to pass
else we'd have nothing to count
and nothing to count on

[Robin]

words felt

[Emily B]

these are such tall wonderful words, so glad to read you

[Hello, Goodbye]

brevity is mighty here.. compact imagery that promotes a hidden feeling..