Where Tess Kincaid serves a photo prompt and we respond.
From the sunny side of life despite her woes, she sits and this is her story.
Image by Tess Kincaid
If only this woolen garb reached her toes,
and running barefoot
wasn't her style, she'd be in shoes.
Affording herself a lateral view,
of frost mushrooming
inside these windows,
nipplacious-ness and her worry deepening.
Should she dance the funky chicken?
Sip warmed wine or let her thoughts
fester until all hope deflates,
nose-sicles and frozen toes?
IPhone-less, but google smart, she nourishes the interstate of her mind,
with reflection and radiating along a tree-lined
soul, ever churning and yearning.
Her breath bellows a frothy plume
she draws in tightly
warmth. Hole enough for one straw, she takes another sip,
feeling deliciously alive while basking willfully.
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