The sky reflects snow
in skin tones of pale and light,
above a still, solid lake.
Category: Haiku
Days between bookends
of dark mornings and evenings,
windows hold the light.
~ Megan M. Codera
We battle the nights
with tiny lights and candles,
wishing for snow.
~ Megan M. Codera
Clouded moon sliver
above this cold parking lot.
No place to stand here.
