#993735 added September 19, 2020 at 1:55pm Restrictions: None
Brrrr
My heart has longed for the sharp air
That tingles in my nostrils and makes
them blow clouds and bubbles
the color of morning’s frosted grass
I slogged through soggy August’s heat
It hung on my shoulders like wet cement
thrown off now by Autumn’s vigorous chill
I become drunk on the scent of things fermenting
Written for EXPRESS IT IN EIGHT
Poems of eight lines
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