Coldness Poems
A question for the lucky ones
by Alex Rose
There is a coldness at my core
Just a feeling, nothing more
When I sink into my spine
Like a draft through open door
Even so, I’m doing fine
The coldness is just one small line
In my body full of other
Full of hustle, love, and brine
......
Awash in Autumn
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
crisp leaves underfoot
deep purple bright red and gold
the glorious woods
an aged beauty
now the joy once my garden
as love lies bleeding
orange leaf shower
campfires scarecrows and hued gourds
......
A question for the lucky ones
by Alex Rose
There is a coldness at my core
Just a feeling, nothing more
When I sink into my spine
Like a draft through open door
Even so, I’m doing fine
The coldness is just one small line
In my body full of other
Full of hustle, love, and brine
......
Awash in Autumn
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
crisp leaves underfoot
deep purple bright red and gold
the glorious woods
an aged beauty
now the joy once my garden
as love lies bleeding
orange leaf shower
campfires scarecrows and hued gourds
......
