Purring Snow #Haiku


Oh my lonely lap
Winter’s icy breath chased you
Now we both tremble




The Room #Quadrille


A ruddy gown of
paper hearts
flutter – strewn once across bare
boards – creaking ceased
a long time ago
in this
dimly lit room.
Now, tired paint peels
where love faded and old passions were burned
with the last of the blackest coal.

A Quadrille is a 44 word poem.