Wet trees

Looking out of my perfect window 🙂

Wet trees are black and

Water is magic in that
having no colour,
it changes the one of
whatever it touches

whatever you need –
wet it and see
the magic of colour is

Water to me.

© 2013, soulmary

Normal poem – more of Nov PAD, Day 8

Day 8 called for “normal” poem as well. Here is the “paranormal” one. And below is the new poem:


The chill outside the window
is well-sealed-off.
Mastery of woodwork.

© 2011 Mariya Koleva