Google+ Followers

Saturday, November 19, 2016

Slippery

19th Nov 2016

Prompt :
To use the word slippery in a five line story or poem

Slippery

You slide about on russet and gold,
An autumn evening turning cold
Leaves slippery with  fresh damp ice 
Your tread measured , slow , precise,
You head for home- he'll pay the price.

4 comments :

McGuffy Ann Morris said...

I like this!
Annie at ~McGuffy's Reader~

Patricia said...

I like your five lines! Thanks for sharing with In Other Words.

Suzanne McClendon said...

This is very nice. I'm forever slipping and sliding, too. :)

Have a blessed evening and a very Happy Thanksgiving.

Josie Two Shoes said...

We have so few autumn leaves where I live in West Texas, and this reminded me of those evening walks as autumn turns cold and wet leaves that have fallen do indeed become slippery. Very nicely done! I'll be back at In Other Words with this week's prompt, I was out of town for a few days!