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


melting ice sheds tears
upon frigid windowpanes
outside wanting in

©2021 KT Workman

Poetry form: haiku

Image by Karin Henseler from Pixabay