Round Field

Ash Douglas blog, Poetry January 13, 2018November 29, 2018 1 Minute

All I hear is the wind,
the rain…slaps at me.
My mind has frozen,
but whitecaps still capture.
To the bone and in drench,
I see the window…
where you’re waiting.

Published by Ash Douglas

Writer, Poet, WANL Member, Paralegal, Miawpukek First Nations, GymLife, Runner, Bike Writer, & Pun Enthusiast. I like my puns intended. ✍️ “I don’t claim to be a great writer, but I’m enjoying the journey of becoming one” View all posts by Ash Douglas

Published January 13, 2018November 29, 2018

4 thoughts on “Round Field”

short-prose-fiction says:

January 13, 2018 at 11:22 pm

Ash, this is beautiful!

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1. Ash Douglas says:
  
  January 14, 2018 at 12:24 pm
  
  You think so? Thanks so much.😁
  
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  1. short-prose-fiction says:
    
    January 14, 2018 at 12:25 pm
    
    I do Ash. It’s beautiful!
    
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  2. Ash Douglas says:
    
    January 14, 2018 at 12:28 pm
    
    Thanks for reading my friend.
    
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All I hear is the wind, the rain…slaps at me. My mind has frozen, but whitecaps still capture. To the bone and in drench, I see the window… where you’re waiting.

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All I hear is the wind,
the rain…slaps at me.
My mind has frozen,
but whitecaps still capture.
To the bone and in drench,
I see the window…
where you’re waiting.