Cyndi K. Gacosta

Freshman - 940 Points (San Diego, CA)

The Killing Frost - Poem by Cyndi K. Gacosta

When the moisture that hangs in the air


While you are traveling on a train
Closely watch these chilly nights
For the cloudless sky, sometimes means

A killing frost

And when one night while breathing

Open air

Nerves unbridled begin to swell
Then burst apart

One moment

On a sleeted road, somewhere lost
Between aisles of frosted evergreens

Topic(s) of this poem: nature

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 22, 2014

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