Green tea,
hot and bittersweet,
drops into my stomach
and warms cold thoughts.
Blood flows again,
and my fingers
don't feel
so paralyzed
with snarking October winds.
- - -
The colors of autumn are starting to fade here, from those dramtic yellows and oranges to a dull, flat, decaying brown. Feels like winter is almost here.
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I can identify with this one. Nice work!
ReplyDeleteWe had some of those snarking October winds today - I can totally relate to this! Great poem!
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