but I feel your cold breath
on my back.
Your gaze stoops my shoulders
and I wither
inside,
curling in
around the dark
like the petals of a flower.
A dozen shades
of brown and grey
fill my eyes.
A killing frost is coming;
I must prepare the ground.
This is for G-man and his FF55. I missed you all the last couple weeks!
And this is also for d'Verse where Claudia wants us to write about color, and for Writers' Digest PAD (writing prompts for November's poem a day challenge). Today's challenge was "appear" and I tried to do it without using the word itself.
