by Anthony W.
Summer’s frost
A cold wind on summer’s eve
Wracks the windows and trees.
A sad portrait is the sky
Pale grey with hazy eyes
It chills me to the bones
I wonder why summer is cold
Is there enough sun?
Where is the light?
I can remember it not being bright
The air worsens
Water stands still
All is motionless besides the feel
Of the cold winds that summer day
That bone chilling feel
That takes your breath away.
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