Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Easter eggs
the sweet tot smiles
how many she has

insomnia
counting hours
off the alarm

snow gentle falls
‘The where am I beauty’.
of overnight

our chorus of sounds
echoed
at breakfast

after meal stroll
graffiti more grubby
in the twilight

herding
our grape vine leaves
the corner wind

oats and winter hugs
the warmth around
grandma’s breakfast

twilight
Laurel
zips the blind

wolf howls
the cabin shrinks
in extra smoke

my boots in snow
a mountainous
wolf’s howl