Geese call
mournful fly past.
The year is reborn
Why does my heart
hear autumn’s sorrow?
poem-spring? March 28, 2021
poem- count down December 16, 2016
We’re counting down now.
Hour by hour.
Minute by minute.
Escape’s almost in our power.
micropoem-Astray December 1, 2016
Here.
It won’t cost you anything.
A prompt from https://herheartpoetry.com/2016/12/02/heartwrds-%C7%80-prompt-19/
poem-laundry September 13, 2016
She inhales a scent of memory
Old sweater that remembers the body it enfolded
Releasing comforting peace amid grief.
.
.
Thinking of a character in a short story I’ve been crafting, today.
poem-sweet July 27, 2016
Ah, you with your honeyed tongue
whispering words that make me feel
nervous of my sweet tooth.
Shawn L. Bird 