Ode to the moon

The raven spread its wings,Across Stygian of the night,The cerulean frothed elixirs black,The wind was but a wight. Hands intermingled,Eyes met in swoon,And that cloudy new moon night,I swear I saw the moon. ~ Tonight I lie beneath the vaults,Silver runs into the ink,The wind ever so caresses me,But I cannot sleep a wink. Hands…

All things Haiku!

April seventeen The national Haiku* day Here’s my Haiku* then. (*Now Haiku’s a Japanese style of poem writing which focuses on minimalism. Just three lines with the 5-7-5 pattern of syllables and there you have your Haiku! So here’s my Haiku then.) 1.The sky is so blue With tufts of white floating by Silence of…