WINTER COLD by Brad – mindshare Awards 2018 Winner Unpublished Emerging Poets

I feel the cold winter’s hand

Sliding up my back

With my hairs erect.

A heightened awareness

Calm yet chilling

The feeling I’m not alone

A creaking door

A drip from a leaky gutter

A crackling noise outside in my yard

Deafening silence

The fire place chills down

My warm bed just turned to ice

My silent, invisible visitor.

 

© Brad Dickenson

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WINTER COLD by Brad – mindshare Awards 2018 Winner Unpublished Emerging Poets

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