Haiku: Winter Sunset The sun falls silent crickets fill the chilly air hairs stand on my skin . . . . . . . .
By Maggie Bulloch4 years ago in Poets
Too Bad the sun sets before the moon rises They would look perfect together Side by side In the sky Surrounded by pinks and peaches
Who is this man And what will he become And what is he afraid of What brings him to tears of joys and fears The ambition to say one thing, to do another
By Maggie Bulloch5 years ago in Poets
Late Night Love making Sleep talking And you wake me, and hold me Shake me from a full moon dream that I do not recall.
A Thursday An afternoon Far from wind, by the sparkles that weave themselves through the river. Catching silver and gold.
