Feel Poem by Jessica Mackey

Feel

Rating: 5.0


An autumn day
I feel the frigid air on my face as I step into the cold. I start to walk to the field and I feel the crunching of frost under my feet. Small puddles scatter the ground and are they bleed water under my feet as I step and crack them. My hands are in my pockets and the coolness is seeping through. Standing by the duct vent is the best decision I made that morning. The warm air softened my face and hands as I pulled them out of my pockets. As I stood there, some came and left to keep warm, but the chill was still haunting me.

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