Foreboding by Neetu
July 26, 2025 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as Fog, Hope, light, Neetu, summer's end
Foreboding
she reaches out
touches fog
she had hoped
for the sun
to slip its silky warmth
over her cold skin
withered and splitting
like the bark of a tree
not used to early frost
summer has not yet
run its course, she whispers
as she exhales a misty breath
it is too soon for woodpeckers
in the woods, the air is dense
besides a lone goldfinch
she might be the only witness
to the end
© Neetu Malik
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