"fridget" poems
Fallen dusty leaves dance foolishly through the fridget artic wind.
Moonlight so full it pours silence in the shadows that follow in meadowing footsteps.
A calming essence rings through the body to the beating heart.
No time. No beginning nor end.
A breath travels to the lifeless edge of an overgrown detached road.
A shiver in the spine.
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 8:19 PM UTC