I love the discarded starbursts. Even though it makes me think of candy wrappers. Which I seem to find everywhere when the boys are home. And "written in tendril." One of those lines I wish I had written. Like I do with so many of yours.
Here's mine for today. A double haiku. OK, well not actually haiku, because there is actually one extra syllable. But I have to get ready for work and I couldn't figure out how to get rid of it.
“Colorado Winter”
Saturday I peel off sweatshirt stride joyfully four miles behind dog
Sunday dog drags me shivering in coat hat gloves mile of misery
I love the discarded starbursts. Even though it makes me think of candy wrappers. Which I seem to find everywhere when the boys are home. And "written in tendril." One of those lines I wish I had written. Like I do with so many of yours.
ReplyDeleteHere's mine for today. A double haiku. OK, well not actually haiku, because there is actually one extra syllable. But I have to get ready for work and I couldn't figure out how to get rid of it.
“Colorado Winter”
Saturday I peel
off sweatshirt stride joyfully
four miles behind dog
Sunday dog drags me
shivering in coat hat gloves
mile of misery
(c) Carol Wilcox, 2014