Cinquain.

Memories of winter on the farm.

A lover bemoans the fact that the one he loves has ran off on a cold winter’s day and that he may lose her. He beseeches her to make haste and return to him and make his day.

Seasonal Poetry, winter.

Haiku is the appreciation of the little things, delighting in the small moments that occur. Words that pithily paint a picture, capturing a moment in time. These are my pitiful attempts of a misused and most misunderstood form of poetry.

A poem describing the cold winter nights.

Love.

A poem revealing the true story of the icicicle.

Haiku about icicles.

A little poem in ode to the snow and winter.