Your head colliding with the clouds
utmost uncertainty
in the weathered density
three clouds hover
as the tree seeks cover
fearful for the smog
that shamelessly causes a clog
in the trees ability to feel a sense of safety
for it’s own mobility
for standing still
wont stop a chemical spill.
Recently I have been trying to write a poem daily. Tonight I chose to write a reaction to an image I made when I was playing around with different shades of colors.
Thanks for reading
-Temperamentally Tina
Temperamentally Tina 