Winter Winds

The turgid winds of winter howl their woe,

Blow their hurt fiercely against frosty panes.

Don’t they have somewhere else more kind to go;

A wood, perhaps, or a still summer lane?

©2021 KT Workman


Poetry form used: quatrain


Image by Luxurybackground-com from Pixabay

Outside

melting ice sheds tears
upon frigid windowpanes
outside wanting in

©2021 KT Workman


Poetry form: haiku


Image by Karin Henseler from Pixabay