The Chill

The chill
is creeping in,
I feel it in my bones,
lost summer lushness,
leaves fall from trees,
crackling dry and brown.
Out in the shrouded waters
it is your smile I see,
soft lips filling, freezing,
exploding,
sharp shards slashing
all they touch.
I turn to run away
as icy fingernails
leave hot streaks
on my arm
trying to pull me back.
I tumble into a cavern
and sleep
and will emerge
and be greeted
by an earth green again
and that smile
that sustains me,
warm once more.

Bluejay

Veteran of old My Poetry Forum before its hiatus. Happy to be back.

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