I do so love a change in weather...Almost enough to make me decide to play with punctuationless poetry.
The Blending of Breath
in the fog the elements shifting fire white
as air in mirrored gasps thick
as water split between the surface and the under dark
as earth that grows the slender poppy heads rattling empty
as the thoughts in my head, swallowed by the fog
as it captures me the fifth element
((This has been another visit to
Seed's Poetry Corner))
