Scribbles from me to you

My poetry & prose



The Gallows Post

The ghosts of the gate, As a random leaf falls, They cry out in eerie voice That shivers as the wind calls The wind it is rising Helping carry their dreams Ever lifting and falling From shadows they scream Ghostly... Continue Reading →

#14 OctPoWriMo – movement

Winter Moves - haiku quartet   I walk on old tracks The falling leaves splash colour Water breaks on rocks Clouds gusting overhead Small mammals burrow away trees sway as winds blow Colder nights draw in Words fluttering in my... Continue Reading →

Haiku #8

Birds wheeling overhead. Clear grey skies, fresh winter air. Calm. Perfect. Serene.

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