Monday, January 16, 2017

A NIP IN THE AIR



A nip in the air.
A chill in my bones.
The Dead will be here.
And in our own homes.

Palm trees will shiver.
The whole ground will quake.
Up from the river.
Or the nearest lake.

Take me far away.
From this creepy place.
Let us run and pray.
Make an about face.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist