Snow – 1
last summer’s hogweed; skeletal and straight at the roadside, a ghostly memory of frosted flowers borne in cups of crisped hollowness
© Freya Pickard 2014
Tags: clipping, flowers, freya pickard, ghostly, hogweed, memory, roadside, snow
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4 February, 2014 at 6:49 pm
I like the crisp sounds, like the crunch of slow or the dry crackle of frozen grass.
5 February, 2014 at 2:08 pm
thank you elizabeth for taking the time to read and comment on my post!
3 January, 2014 at 5:25 pm
I like the mystic vibe here – very nice syllabic flow also 🙂
7 January, 2014 at 2:00 pm
thank you Charlene – glad you enjoyed it!