Frost August 23, 2018 The season changes, and so do I. There is frost one morning on the windshield. No. Only fog, wearing frost’s color. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related
commonpoem says: September 11, 2018 at 12:00 am Reply Thanks! It’s almost that season. LikeLiked by 1 person
Ethan Dale Eagar says: September 11, 2018 at 12:08 am I really love the last line “wearing frost’s color”. Wonderful imagery! LikeLike
commonpoem says: September 11, 2018 at 12:15 am Reply Thanks! I played with a few different phrases for that. The fog/mist/whatever it was really did trick me at first. LikeLike
Common Poem 
Love it!
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Thanks! It’s almost that season.
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I really love the last line “wearing frost’s color”. Wonderful imagery!
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Thanks! I played with a few different phrases for that. The fog/mist/whatever it was really did trick me at first.
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