Nightfall,
Snowfall,
Footfall
Echoes in the air.
Brisk walk,
Crisp breath,
Tryst-wood
With the snow at midnight.
Shadows,
Shades,
Silhouettes
Against a white world and a black sky.
My new year's resolution was to write more. Something short every day, something longer every week. (To set expectations: Short tends to lend itself to poetry. Long tends to lend itself to prose.) This is the start, and I guess we'll see how long until I break it. That's what new year's resolutions are for, yes?
It's almost monometer!
ReplyDeleteSeriously, you ought to consider writing in monometer. It will turn your head upside down and backwards trying to wrestle the words into place.