Sun Sheet

by Rania Moallem   Mar 7, 2018

Worried & lonesome,
dispirited I sit
in this quiet forest,
nothing fills my ears
but silence and the rustle
of autumn leaves.

Their hustle eases my
lonesome soul but
bears down my heavy heart.

My head held by
cold and breeze,
frozen inside out
I wait for the sweet sun
to dress me in its
warm warm yellow sheet..


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  • 9 months ago

    by Ren

    I long for that warm yellow sheet, too. Beautiful imagery! Well done!

  • 9 months ago

    by Mark

    Resonates well. Great write

  • 9 months ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    I want a sun sheet too Rania! What a great phrase :-) Lovely imagery here ... I can see it, hear it and feel it. Wonderful! :-) x

  • 9 months ago

    by Nee

    Such a delicate read. Lovely poem, Rania. I really enjoyed it!


    • 9 months ago

      by Rania Moallem

      Thank you, everyone, for your kind reviews.

  • 9 months ago

    by Michael

    Beautiful use of metaphors Rania, that reads with a quiet tone
    Well done
    Michael :)

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