Shiver

Shiver

The change in the seasons

It leaves you cold

as you make your way

walking through the woods

 

First frosts paint delicate crystals

across fallen tree leaves

they crunch underfoot

as you make your way home

 

as jack frost paints

you pull at your coat

wrapping your scarf

tight round your throat

 

A noise in the distance

and heart goes a quiver

there’s no one around

and in fear you do shiver.

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Author: inkdropk

Born and Bred in Salford, England - I live a short distance from Old Trafford - Home to Manchester United Football Club. I volunteer at Sale Harriers athletic club and at Imperial War Museum North - where i help as a guide to visitors in the galleries. A blogger, photographer, volunteer and occasional writer.

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