FallingA Poem by Katherine Haizlip
My bare feet on the morning pavement
are tickled by the beginning of nights warmed by fireplaces and hot chocolate and big brown dogs sprawled across the floor. Gently tapping my cheek, my hair whispers about the coming of cuddling beneath quilts and smiles from strangers and crisp morning air. My nose wrinkles against the nip of the wind and childishly awaits the season of afternoon football games and being thawed out by the sun. And my toes curl in excitement. © 2014 Katherine Haizlip |
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Added on April 23, 2014 Last Updated on April 23, 2014 Author
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