Wet Fire

Ice crystals dance in time to winter's song, a dizzying display of beauty. Cries of distress howl in anguish as temperatures plunge. Naked limbs waving a final goodbye to fall, and a terse hello to winter. I look out my window, I can almost feel the chill of the rough bark; cold and alone. Like a distorted silhouette fading into the shadows. A poisoned beauty, teasing my heart.

Reviews

[Tovli]

very nice--awesome energy and imagery captured in this sixer! tovli

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Tammy that was quite good.

Best line in the piece, I though. Death and the long sleep to come.



Naked limbs waving a final goodbye to fall, and a terse hello to winter.



I really liked more the second time I read it and probably more with each time and time again.


Good job girlfriend!