Thursday, January 19, 2023

Object Writing - Day one

Object writing

Day one.

Here goes.

Sky - five minutes

White clouds float

above the mountains.


both the mountains and the clouds.

There must not be much wind today.

Yesterday the clouds left the mountains behind,

Today they are blotches on a blue sky.

Specks of snow on the mountain

amid the trees.

Pine, my nose itches as I remember

the smell.

How I wish I could still climb that high,

to where the snow doesn't melt until summer.

My feet slippng on the ice,

thighs burning from the climb,

worrying about how to get down


Listening to the wind,

It sounds different up there,

Sharper on my face.

Louder, a dull roar through my wool hat

stretched over my ears.