Land disappearing fast
None left here, the dye’s cast.
Tag: Florette
Florette: The Phone.
The phone rings, a sad song
Life stings, it is all wrong.
Florette : Life.
The day starts as always
Sadden hearts, dark harsh days.
Florette . Cuts.
Florette. Fireflies.
Another attempt at a Florette.
So bright and warm lamp light
Fire flies swarm round at night.
Florette : Snow
To day I am trying out a form of poetry new to me, the Florette. Check out my blog friends Florette poetry by Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes and Kat at Like Murcury Colliding.
The Florette is a two line poem consisting of six syllables which must rhyme as a poem and internally. So here goes.
Hubby took some videos of Ruby’s morning walk so let’s go with snow.
The Walk.
You don’t quite understand
Yet the touch and feel is grand.
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The Weather
Bleak winter winds blow
Into Spring bringing snow.
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