The curse of fall is embodied in the wiping wind..
my hair flapping about frizzily in the October air.
My jacket provides warmth within its tufts of fluff
and my shoes carry my feet.. seeking moisture that
sweat no longer provides.
My hands cry out for warmth as I bury them in my pockets..
the lines and indentations are extenuated by lack of things soft.
my glasses fog up with steam as my nose touches the lip of the coffee cup.
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC
The curse of fall is embodied in the wiping wind..
my hair flapping about frizzily in the October air.
My jacket provides warmth within its tufts of fluff
and my shoes carry my feet.. seeking moisture that
sweat no longer provides.
My hands cry out for warmth as I bury them in my pockets..
the lines and indentations are extenuated by lack of things soft.
my glasses fog up with steam as my nose touches the lip of the coffee cup.