scare me!

November Poem-A-Day, prompt for Day 3 – Write a poem that scares 🙂

Image Credit: National Weather Service Weather Forcast Office, Jackson, KY

What is that coldness I feel?

Is it the frost outside?

Or the empty empire of anger,

tapping bony fingers

to get access and reap

what is left inside?


© soulmary

small stone for 6th Jan

Well, I must admit it was a whole different day today. My contribution to the River of Stones:

“Six-hours ride through a country so sundry. Snow equals scare, skidding on the road, beware. Tree tops heavy and large with their fresh white caps. Fields in fascinating fashion keep quite, lying under their shabby quilt of white dust and memories past.”

© 2012 Mariya Koleva