Finding Our Way

A free-verse poem inspired by the prompt connections.

As the storm ravages its way through the forest,

Breaking branches and blowing buds,

New pathways are opening up,

Connecting towns, homes, families,

That once had a much longer route to take.

Though the skies are still grey, and the thunder is still loud,

New roads have been found to link us to one another,

Helping us reach the end

Together.

Every eve when the sun meets the earth and the moon takes her place in the sky, magic is spread across the land and takes our minds to...

Through the fog I wander, to where I do not know. My feet are unclear beneath me, and the road is even less so. In the distance a light...

Arms barren, the beds in your hold long forgotten since the white blanket fell over your home. Head held high up in the clouds, you’re...