Haiku #11 (NS)

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com The shaman's spiritabroad, deep in winter's woods;speaks in runic tongues Copyright Francis 2021

Poem ‘Raptor’

Raptor Over church, a windmill, warmer hued in a meagre sun, through copses freshly naked and into skies of madonna blue My eyes are led easily, catching the swift sole movements like a gorgeous leaf circling in elegant fall and flight It all brings a rare smile to winter's thinnest lips, this soaring, plaintive viola— … Continue reading Poem ‘Raptor’