T-wo roads lead up ahead
A-nd not one or the other seem more stray
K-nows no one any dread
E-ven though this one led to their dismay
N-ever forgetting the road not taken
Month: December 2022
Found poem
Faced with the hellish summer, camouflaging and ambushing
it never ends
Another ominous wind would whip up a storm, bringing more than a flurry into their home. Colored embers, red and yellow, drift down.
In the night, carved pumpkins and a bereaved autumn loom. Deep in the shadows, roaches encroach.
a whiskey-breath nightmare with malevolent intentions follows her on the trail.
A vigilant presence has kept vigil, guarding children who run swiftly through thickets.
like a bright angel, a bird seeking the sun.
So pure of heart, and a thing so rare
It is a sin to kill a mockingbird
Citation: Lee, Harper. To Kill a Mockingbird. New York: Grand Central Publishing, 1960