Shivers

Grey days always lend me darker leanings in my poetry. This one is muse but tinged by thoughts of missing loved ones. Those who typically expect rhyme from me may be surprised by this one.

Shivers come in waves---

Goosebumps dancing down each arm.

Raindrops pitter, patter grey,

Grey that marks this April storm.

Dust and ashes feed stray thoughts---

Thoughts of could-have-beens,

Yesterdays' too heavy loads

Swallowed once again

Clouds once fluffy, white and proud

Stare in glaring, angry grey.

Grey, as shivers, comes in waves;

Goosebumps linger long today.

Reviews

[Jessica Lima]

Wow, Your imagery is amazing!!! the last sentences hit me pretty hard. 'as shivers, comes in waves;
Goosebumps linger long today.' I love a well done rhyme. My favorite type of drug!

[Sharon Miller Bolander]

Thank you, Jessica.