January Small Stones # 13 White frost has returned sniffing through the rhinopath red labyrinth chilled Rate this:Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading... Related Posted on January 13, 2012 Posted in A River of Stones, January Small Stones, PoetryTagged Haiku, January Small Stones, Poetry, River of Stones, Writing our way home
Thanks Elizabeth, I wish I could say something clever but sadly its brief because I don’t know what to say! Reply
Clever! And I hope your cold clears up fast.
No cold! just a cold nose!
Very interesting poetry…
Nice haiku Gilly. What labyrinth are you referring to? Margie
you’ll know how crazy I am if I tell you!
White frost – as in cold – Bbrrrbbbbrrr …
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Yes but not terribly so – yet!
Very clever. Great piece.
Thankyou I’m a bit of a poetry lost cause!
I love your brevity with poetry. 😉
Thanks Elizabeth, I wish I could say something clever but sadly its brief because I don’t know what to say!