Colour the Wind



Another poem I wrote quite some time ago now.

Colour The Wind. 

Shall I, instead 
Hold the sun in my pocket? 
Step over mountains, 
To tie-back the clouds? 
Capture a wave, and 
See that Autumn 
Follows Spring? 
Wrap a river 
Around my shoulders, 
Drink from the desert, 
Harden the molten heart 
And try again? 

Might as well colour the wind, my friend; 
Might as well colour the wind. 

© S.P Oldham 2016

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