If Friday were my /
lover, I’d stroke her evening /
and steady her night.
If Friday were my /
lover, I’d stroke her evening /
and steady her night.
Filed under Haiku to You Thursday
Fog and night entwined;/
weavers obscuring the light./
Patchworked day unfolds.
Filed under Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Night kisses my lips. /
Day whispers in my tired ear. /
Must I leave you now?
Filed under Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
The night rests quiet
with the moon in my pocket:
a frame for my love.
Filed under Freeform Friday, poetry by author
Night available.
One per customer it read.
Sleeper of a deal.