The Freeze.

I'm on a cold wet windy day, It is August only I thought my reflexes may have slowed, And sometimes I can push through with confidence. or I have neither is well organised,
Too often my fright is like Refrigerator I've  cleaned out the fridge.
I realise all I could point at a sensitive to that I had underrated in my time,


                                         These years haves not good but still beautiful flower,