Icy Weather: Quadrille #168

pale winter sky, the color of turned milk
an unfriendly wind skims across the pond
cold as a whisper, caressing my icy cheeks

the streetlamps aren’t on, but shadows creep
coldness descends frosting the street
conscious dreams create my reality 
end of day succeeds

© Colleen M. Chesebro

A quadrille for dVerse, a day late. 

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