
threading through the clouds
jets rip the sky asunder
contrails hide the tears

threading through the clouds
jets rip the sky asunder
contrails hide the tears

jet contrails belie
jaunts across the sky ‘til their
jagged white lines fade
J is for jet.
#AtoZChallenge: 26 posts in April, topics to proceed alphabetically. Theme optional.
My theme: a three-line poem each day (5-7-5, haiku form) with the first letter of each line the same as the letter of the day.

You can’t get to where you’re going
until you’ve come from where you came.
