A wilder wind
Stopping the gulls
In their tracks
Hanging still in the sky
Straining
Finding a way forward
Through turbulent swirls
Of thin, drenching rain
Where are we going
The gulls and me?
There's beauty to be found
Delicate flowers
Hidden in the grass
Little lilac towers
Full of sweetness
And ease
I notice, and we pass
Such little glories by.
#CoSopoetry