Oct 2017
Icy gusts of wind,
howling, pushing,
through over the earth,
burning faces, rippling
the trees, moulding
the season, the leaves
fall like droplets of fire
caught in spirals.
howling, pushing,
through over the earth,
burning faces, rippling
the trees, moulding
the season, the leaves
fall like droplets of fire
caught in spirals.
Written November 2016 at Shakespeare and Co. I was in a workshop and asked to think of an element, but feel and describe the feeling, or observation of that element in a more visceral way and drawing upon different senses.
