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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