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
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4 Comments on “Snow – 1”

  1. I like the crisp sounds, like the crunch of slow or the dry crackle of frozen grass.

  2. I like the mystic vibe here – very nice syllabic flow also 🙂

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