This 14-line sonnet is created in the haiku style to meet Gabriella's pop-up challenge. |
some days are so cold trees await the white snowflakes will they ever come years without one flake then one April eve it comes frosty hands take pics in the morning sun flakes then melt and start to leave water on the ground tufts of white linger hearts melt tears at snowy loss when will they return snowy pictures in the mind dot cool breezes of the day Line Count: 14 by Jay O'Toole on February 9, 2017 |