Tuesday, August 30, 2016


[image from google dot come]

That winter, when the cold winds, so fierce, so real, so new, blows me into an almost curve. There i am feeling new feelings, feelings without names, weird howlings, my heart never knew existed. The kind i had up till then, been reading about in books, called novels. Reading is a good pasttime i'm always been told. Yet this wind is more like a metaphor, unreal, something representing something else.

vacation winds -
a howling in my heart asks
where are you my love

© gillena cox 2016

Friday's Ramble
Hoarding Chocolates 14
October cheer

Written for
Carpe Diem #1038 snow

[the prompt quote]
“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.” - Lewis Caroll


[my song choice for today]


Kim M. Russell said...

A lovely, chilly haibun, Gillena. I'm off to bed soon. Goodnight!

Gillena Cox said...

Thanks for dropping in Kim

much love...

Pat R said...

Lovely Gillena.

Gillena Cox said...

Thanks for dropping in Jazzy

much love...

purplepeninportland.com said...

Haunting and beautiful!

Gillena Cox said...

Thanks Sara

much love...