Poems from acairo8
the smell of pumpkin spice in the air
crunching leaves underfoot with high-heeled boots
golden candlelight illuminating from carved...
The bitter bite of the frosty cold
flakes dance on eyelashes and nip at noses
The crystal white city on a snow covered night
twinkling...
Grandma who gives hugs like a scratchy wool sweater
and waves goodbye from the driveway
who is warm cookies and salty chips
who...
the kid in the back of the class
too shy to talk to the other guys
too skinny to be on the football team
too scared to talk to the pretty...
This is another story that I often think about:
the story of the team
after the car crash that ended the life of one of their own
fleeing...