Wednesday, October 17, 2007

October!

With every
breath
white fog billows
about my face
vibrant feathers
fly flutter float
down and crunch
wet ground smell
cold crisp crunchy air
wakes me.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Poor old worm!

Anonymous said...

Are you taking a poetry class this semster?...

Nedge said...

Not specifically poetry class...but we have been talking about poetry for two weeks now!
I was just playing around.
Apparently poems are supposed to "suggest" rather than "say" something. That's really hard for me. It's an apple! Not some "rosy orbs hanging from the bough"...

Anonymous said...

I liked your suggestions-they sound like, well, like poetry!

Anonymous said...

Very fresh!

Rick Edge said...

I thought your middle name was Frost...