Cold Front

Many thanks to Bjorn at dVerse for providing the prompt of “eye” for this week’s quadrille.

And, why yes, I did go (more than) a little heavy on alliteration. 🤪

Cold Front

Willows whisper “wind, wind”
as altocumulus lap the sky, grimly grey
crows caw, robins refrain
eyes exploring below for food
and above for hawks: danger, danger.

Neighbor squirrel, white tufts fluff
behind each ear, hip-hops
“peanuts, my pal?”
thoughts, words, worlds
shared between us.

(c) Sascha Darlington

12 Comments

  1. PS. From the title, I thought it was going to be about Russia. Pleased that it wasn’t.

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