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.
I like this!
ReplyDeleteAnnie at ~McGuffy's Reader~
I like your five lines! Thanks for sharing with In Other Words.
ReplyDeleteThis is very nice. I'm forever slipping and sliding, too. :)
ReplyDeleteHave a blessed evening and a very Happy Thanksgiving.
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!
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