Tuesday, February 7

the piper droned on, making sounds like a hammer horror cellar door.
i gazed at the row of men, some enchanted, some far away, some numbed.
i looked for wedding rings, most were wearing them, and i imagined all the folk widows sitting at home, watching frost.

2 comments:

h said...

without ruining your words, frost like david jason the inspector, or frost like jack frost?

stringbeanjean said...

frost as in, a touch of