Groaning, hollow seedheads reach,
Dark shifts crystal ball.
I haven’t written a Haiku for a long while. It’s simpl
Whispering welcoming echoes,
Purple smoke sweeps
Like spectres across
The threshold.
Firelight flickers,
Glowing chintzy cobwebs
Weeping waves
around window panes.
Twisted hazel,
Musty myrtle,
Wise woman’s cozy coven.
Over the last few nights, I have watched the moon grow full. I have been walking in it’s magical light and spooky shadows listening to nature’s snuffles and hoots. Tonight it is full,so I thought this little poem rather appropriate.
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