Bated Breath.

Poetry Reflection of the sky on a lake

Everyone’s waiting
with bated breath
when the buzzing flies
slows to a still
when the winds stand
and not a grain of sand shifts
when oceans and lakes mirror
the frozen skies.
All waiting.. Waiting
for the resounding crack
of a shell
breaking







One response to “Bated Breath.”

  1. This is so deeply thought. 🙂 I like it.

    Liked by 1 person

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