Marble clouds of mottled pearl and pewter roll seamlessly across the sky lost in the tilt of the turning world I am just one - of the many spectators below still breathed and silent staring upwards wistful for a simpler times.
Thanks for reading ‘Spectators’. Inspiration came for this poem during a recent forest stay. We all revert back to watching the natural world, when the digital juggernaut of social media becomes overwhelming.
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it.
Thanks for reading,