A poem about werewolves.

A broken heart remains lonely until someone comes along to fix it.

The wind is a force to be reckoned with…here’s why.

Bill felt the dread of danger leering at him from down below…in the darkness. As he neared the bottom of the stairs, the whispering intensified, it was almost deafening.

Haiku.

This poem is describing what happens at night, the sounds, smells, and eyes that keep watch. The moon glides through the night sky until time to fade into daylight.

A spirit-healer helping a lost soul to move on…

Rhyming haiku.

Upon hearing wolf howls in the night.

You can’t always see what is out there in the darkness.