Cold Blanket

Just dusting off the old chops. Nature poems come easily as the brevity I chose to offer should be on my readers. Enjoy.

There it was, slipping into every corridor.

The trees shivering naked, nonetheless...

Concrete and mortar, harder and colder

beneath the blanket as it spread creepily.

Faces tuck, while collars raise in protest.

All motion framed in frosted breathing...

You knew it was coming with certainty

yet somehow never quite prepared for it.

...that familiar decent into Winter.

 

Astro

Reviews

[emmajoy]

A perfect description of what's not too far away, and perhaps, more so this year, ' .. slipping into every corridor'

[Astro]

Thanks emmajoy, Let's hope it mutes the noise of the screeching world and brings good sleeps and measured footsteps into a positive future. ;)

[emmajoy]

One can only hope. I do!

[Melissa]

I have missed your writing so much ^^

[Astro]

Awe, big digital hug! I miss the days and nights that I have spent in the company of you and all here in the cafe. You are the second to remind me of my humble talents which have fallen prey to the "other" career which lacks the intense spirit of my true passion. Perhaps you will win me over again and I will return to chip away at a dream I've left frozen in the deep. Thank you.