Stockholm Poem

Multitudes of colour all around,
Reds, yellows, and oranges that glow.
They’re cushioned in a pillow,
White… White… White…
Greys fade into grey;
The infinite of snow.
But the colours shine through;
A gleaming blur on the horizon,
Between ice and fog,
Between rippled silhouettes and a sky about to fall.

Please Leave A Comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: