pale winter sky, the color of turned milk an unfriendly wind skims across the pond cold as a whisper, caressing my icy cheeks the streetlamps aren’t on, but shadows creep coldness descends frosting the street conscious dreams create my reality end of day succeeds © Colleen M. Chesebro A quadrille for dVerse, a day late.
Dawn breaks—bold, golden light an explosion of color against a winter-blue sky When was the last time I felt sunshine on my face? Bright light streaks the heavens, pink glow birds circle from lofty heights While I gaze up in awe from below © Colleen M. Chesebro Photo by Rahul Pandit on Pexels.com For dVerse, … Continue reading Dawn Breaks
It’s monstrous Quadrille Monday and Devious De Jackson, aka WhimsyGizmo from dVerse asked us to scare up a poem of exactly 44 words, including some form of the word scare. Photo by Monstera on Pexels.com witches on besoms fly Halloween eve is nigh trick or treat pumpkin heads aflame beware Samhain witches new year soul visitations … Continue reading Happy Samhain, Quadrille Monday
The gales of Autumn swirl leaves of goldon streets darkened by rain, sleet falls cold grasses shiver in the wind, waves of emerald greencolored leaves dapple this pastoral scene wind chimes dance as a bell tolls the hourMichigan weather most dour © Colleen M. Chesebro Many thanks to Kim from Writing in North Norfolk, and … Continue reading Michigan Weather, Quadrille #162
Merril D. Smith was the host at dVerse, yesterday... Yes, I'm always a day late! I've been experimenting with free verse, so the Quadrille is perfect for this type of poem—all you need is 44 words. Merril's requirement was to use the word "track" somewhere in the poem. Many thanks for the inspiration! "Foggy Morn" … Continue reading Foggy Morn – Quadrille #161