Barely a Plausible Brew
There's a stiffness in the wind
swallowed, muffled, antique air
recirculating all to bare
so let us now begin...
There's a storm in summer sun
broken glassed and rumbling still
breaking you against your will
the reckoning's begun...
There's a whisper in the breeze
hollowed, suffered, trembling voice
you have it now, it is your choice
but suddenly you freeze...
There's a shudder in the lake
rippled sadness afterthought
wrapping 'round the stiffened heart
summer chill and absent quake
'till suddenly, you're wide awake...
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2006
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