#WritcoPoemChallenge

Into the flames rising out of a setting sun,
I draw in a deep breath before I run
to the backyard,
To pick some winter woods,

The weather is frosty,
The air is chilly,
The atmosphere paint with pink cloud
in the Skies,
The birds flew wildly in search of food,
The land of soil smell musky,
The colours bloom incandescent in Garden,

Maybe today sun would appear lately,
I shouldn't late to gather some
winter woods
Before mummy voice called out


© Ng Sarita jeinao
@saritajeinao