To My Skin

A poem inspired by springtime and how we seem to be in between the promising warmth of summer and the lingering chill of winter during this season.
Nature tends to inspire a lot of my poetry, whether it’s simply commenting on the beauty of nature itself or using it as a medium to describe emotional or mental health issues. To me, nature is magical and utterly beautiful even in its most harsh forms.

To My Skin

Whispers of cloud
across a cerulean sky.
Birds taking wing,
filling the air with their singing.
Buildings bright
as though given a new coat,
painted afresh by the light.
Those rays
stretching like fingers
to bring a warming touch
to my skin.

From the stirring earth
bold flowers have burst
shedding their dark tombs
to flourish their vibrant frocks.
Purple, yellow, white dancing
as a soft wind trickles
between their chartreuse stems.
That breeze carries still
winter’s echo
bringing a chill caress
to my skin.

Published by kaelawalker

30-something aspiring writer on the West Coast of Scotland. Inspired by nature, beautiful Scotland and my journey coping with physical and mental illness.

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