your words
of ice brings not shivering
drip but
growing rage at each beat
you can hardly contain
bitterness spiralling your guts
time to take
{time out},
get lost
in nature's path
bottle steps of gratitude
listen to gossiping trees
spread jam of starlings
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille hosted by Merril Smith. This is a 44 word post, with the chosen word, shivering. This word is perfect to describe our icy weather in Ontario, Canada. But its all warm and friendly at dVerse Pub. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. Thanks for your comments.
