The earth cracks shifts, slants Breath stills Spirit sinks until all that’s left is a husk Life evaporates like a magic trick Up in the sky stars glitter Sharp pointed teeth waiting Dying leaves shivering and rattling on branches trying to hold on Trying
It's a gloomy morning here with a cold, steady rain falling. I suppose it's got me in a blue-ish mood. Not all-the-way blue, just a little bit. The current prompt on dVerse Poets Pub is to write a quadrille including the word "shivering". Merril explains that a quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words in any style. Thanks to dVerse for providing a steady stream of great prompts, even though I don't always participate. Click here for other poems written for this prompt.