Quick Whispers Cold Poem by David Howerton
Quick Whispers Cold
Under darkness wind blows
around closed window, howls,
sit there shivering.
Pour cup of coffee
hold keeping fingers warm
candles flicker with each gust.
Gets to you watching
shapes in little morning flames
flickering with every wind
shadows jump fingers cold.
Small sounds whisper
quick in ear hair.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
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