Pale with Frost

Pale with Frost

A Poem by Ksmuckler


She was watching everyone
grow out of their old boots,
beat boots, with all the creases
dirt rubbed, broken in boots.
They bundle across fields, pale 
with frost. They bundle her
between them and dangle
single gloves from their coats. 

© 2011 Ksmuckler


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Added on May 20, 2011
Last Updated on May 20, 2011