Dark Night
Quadrille—Winter iii
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.
Warm ending, and that fear ebbs away !
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Great chiaroscuro photo!
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I like your photo…a nice bit of mystery
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