Concise to the point of being curt or stoic.
I’ve touched roses and smelled the sweet blossoms of spring. Naked in the summer moonshine. I’ve stood on the low-tide breakers at dawn, sun rise over the Caroline coast. Beauty, as you’d have it, golden leaves that drift to the lawn –I am no stranger: a come-home whiff of birch burning on a fire stove. The slow fall of snowflakes that christen the lawn. We’re children, in the comfort of the warmth indoors. Shake-out a cold sweater. Leave the dust for the motes. Wake for the burning sun.
Not getting anywhere because you’re moving in arbitrary, haphazard directions.
“The idea had been Denver, but Neil was a desultory driver and we spent days in St. Louis before calling on Lisa in Memphis.”
“The mendicant needed shoes, 500 miles from Biloxi.”
Having the symptoms of fever.
“He was wracked with febrile sweats most of the week.”
Ending something by law, decree, etc.
“On Tuesday, the court failed to abrogate barebacking in the pornography industry.”
Quiet and polite because you are shy. Usually applied to females. Only usually.
“Trump’s demure wool attire with a cinched waist came from the age-old Parisian fashion house Christian Dior and riffed on its signature Bar Jacket.”