Even lamplight cannot penetrate the obliteration of blizzard white – the icy absence between us. Red was the colour of our passion, now red is
Dance beside Father Spirit His universe a sacred gift Join me here & out there, find you are a favourite star – The good which
Day, no more than a sliver, casts a subtle glow on the path. A small bird tap-tapping on windowpane has awakened me, invited me out.
Hand holding conveys child’s truth – trust in adult a treasured honour. (Written for Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Prompt: honour/ truth. Photo from personal collection.)
Change was the resolve – a vote for democracy – results leave questions. (For Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge: question/ resolve)
A wink? Seriously? Am I meant to smile in conspiratorial culpability, was that a Colgate bright teeth, complete with chime wink, or… a big bad