Poetry


   Alone

Alone in the crowd,
smile,

       nod,

          laugh a little,


   My Life

I am a flower in the wind,
swaying in the breeze.

Standing tall among the grass,
intimidated by the trees.

Pelted by the cold, harsh rain,
nourished by my mother Earth.

Soaking in the sun's life-giving rays,
growing tall in joyful mirth.

Now the sun moves lower in the west,
as light turns to dark.

The day ends in a glorious haze,
I know I have left my mark.

Ok, I promise that there will soon be more Nicole's poetry goodness on here...it's a little rough around the edges, I know. I will hopefully have more time to work on it soon!!

Home again?