The
storm
Puddles
writing words,
boots
splash, coats tight, huddle down.
Faces dripping
wet.
Strayed
Tied to
a shop door,
a crouching
brown dog whimpers.
Leaves whisper
comfort.
Rough
sleepers
Sleeping
in boxes,
ice
slips its fingers inside,
peers through
the edges.
Snow
Frosted stars
falling,
snowflakes
dance in figure eights,
blanketing
the moor.
Winter
warmer
Chopping
oranges,
citrus
zests jest, red wine pours,
kissing as
they mull.
Copyright
Vickie Johnstone, December 4, 2020
If you like
haiku, I have a collection of 365 for sale in the usual places. The book is
called Life’s Rhythms and it’s available as an ebook (99p) or a paperback
(around £5). I love blackbirds, so there is one on the cover :)
Links:
Smashwords
(ebook is free)
Kobo (ebook
is free)
Barnes
& Noble (ebook is free)
Thanks :)
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