Haiku: Greetings

Photo by Alex Fu on Pexels.com Birdsongs presage springas I walk through frosted trees -the frigid moon greets Copyright Francis 2022

Poem: ‘Winter Sun’

Winter Sun The weaker sun burns low over stilled marsh and scrape. Straight-cut dykes glow like hot metal fissures through indigo. Heavy boots crunch on ghosted grass, breaking threats of enveloping silence. By a glistening gate I pause, to gaze, the pristine kiss of rime stiffens my hand. The lone motion is my breath, brief … Continue reading Poem: ‘Winter Sun’