Midweek Poetry: Tendrils Smoke Silently / by daintydora

A short poem capturing ethereal thoughts of frozen times; fragile and dispersed. I was inspired by the idea and experience of smoking outside, outside the house when you would normally be inside. Should be inside, save for the unappealing stink of smoke that lingers long, too long, so it's easier to just go outside.

In the midnight
quiet
under the dusk
just me
outside
ripple of weeds
quiver
emerald and teal
galloping wings
in flight
cold nose
tendrils
smoke
silently