Fridgid Poem by Angel A. Lockwood

Fridgid



There's a harsh stiffness in the air
The feeling of cold temperatures, felted almost everywhere
For sure the winter season has arrived
To someone's despair
Is definitely chilling, and certainly no flesh should be partially bare, only
To be frost bitten by the brutal frost in the air

Friday, January 9, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: weather
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Cold temps in some pats of USA
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