Dark Night–Quadrille

Dark Night
Quadrille—Winter iii

Photo: Victoria Slotto

My soul wanders
in a dark forest.
Winter cold pierces
ebony skies and I
seek you,
my rock-in-hiding.

Fear leaps up
when I hear the crunch, crunch
of footsteps in dry leaves,
approaching from behind.

I turn to find you—
light shimmering
with warmth.

This is my 3rd Quadrille with all the words from our second series of poems with exactly 44 words. The 3 words thus far: rock, crunch and leap.