without a way to find you mourning dove
Author: Angie Werren
Angie Werren lives (and writes) in a tiny house.
Sometimes she takes pictures of things in the yard.
For more information on her micropoetry, please visit "feathers" -- http://triflings.wordpress.com/
nearly spring --
a shadow of the words
you left behind
there is nothing to do but keep still howling wind
news of your death
when I open my eyes
green leaves
(previously published in the May/ June 2012 Sketchbook, 3rd place in the SSH Summer Kigo contest)
he thinks again of turning leaves her hands
today slips into the room ? hungry on tiny paws
empty nest
empty nest
still
the bird sings
a solitary bird calls to the space between lightning and thunder