Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2014
frosted
lawn
freezing

toetips
through
sheepskin
uggboots

but
st­ill
we
prance
dance

leaving
tracks
in
the
delicate
purity

of
this
cold
unexpected
mid-winter
morning
gift
it frosts rarely, where i live
this is the first of this year and quite heavy too
and tod(who is almost 4) is entranced.... and is outside
with dad playing in it....
betterdays
Written by
betterdays  F/east coast australia
(F/east coast australia)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems