7:26p.m. the leaves crunch like the muted sound of a child munching on Sonic ice the latch to my gate frozen solid i push up – contact made the cold metal stings my hand it gives way - freedom this arctic wind blows deep into my soul and i shiver
01/20/2011
Author's Note: damn the cold
Posted on 01/21/2011Copyright © 2024 Shonda Creemer
Your poem makes me feel the cold - I hate the cold, but I like your poem :)
