Nest

Change of freezing air
Brushes cords of a beige lute
At a lethargic pace
Shouting of inner voice
Slashes layers of silver grass
In a city notoriously gray
Pedestrians’ path lacks
Vitality
My view of your presence
Is never grand
Why does rain seem so ruddy
Rainbow turns into colorless straps
Where can man locate a nest
Without storm and pain
Guess
Find
And what else is left

Written by Jerski Bjorksen