the wind pulls at me twisting me into new shapes forcing me to change ******* Participating in tonight’s prompt over at Dverse, for me, when I think of November, I think of change. Whether it’s seasonal or political, I always need to adapt to something!
underbrush thrashes
at night
the siren song calls harmonizing with the dirge of those who listened
dried herbs
When I restarted writing poetry, the first poems I wrote were haikus.
cold, midnight blue seeping in, mouth nose ears eyes I’m filled to the brim
Last Thursday a haiku of mine was featured at Freeverse Revolution. It’s a new one I haven’t posted here, so give it and some of the other great poetry over there a read!
flowers damp with dew briefly brilliant, then fading with the rising sun
when she felt cold pricks slowly trace her spine, she knew he found her again
