COLD FEET

Twitching at the witching hour

Uneasiness under a warm sheet

Time to wake, Time to shower

Toes curling, cold feet

The last ride under the last moon

Deserted road, a familiar street

Dressed to run, Dressed too soon

Cozy shoes, cold feet

A beach beckons bronze on green

The sand hugs the skin in greet

The spray asks about the unseen

One foot print, cold feet

Waves giggle as nets are drawn

Froth builds on the mermaid seat

Orange orb breaks the dawn

Shoes wet, cold feet

Solo walk upon the shore

Sagging shoulders in defeat

Tide changes the ocean floor

Disappearing prints, cold feet

Red eye rises from the east

Moon fades, cannot compete

Vanishes in the floodlit feast

Leaving behind cold feet

Unanswered and unattended

Solitary shadow in retreat

Pondering thought suspended

Warm body, cold feet