The Chill
The wind was such
that wisps of hair
whipped the face
Into
Apple red blushes
While the cold caught
the breath
in cotton clouds
discharging
to the air
And the misty drizzle
dampened the spirit.
Limp and lifeless,
it matched her eyes.
Copyright © Kaye Locke | Year Posted 2012
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