Mourning Dove Dawn: January 2015

I'm not a poet yet
but hope is fading fast
that sanity will hold out
that reasoning will last

(haiku)

slothful winter sun
will melt six inches of snow
sees no need to rush

(haiku)

"Suspect Still at Large"

probably a drug addict

addicts do bad stuff

(haiku)

you won't read of me

"She died in her apartment

with her sixteen cats"

(haiku)

frigid winter dawn

doesn't deserve a full

seventeen syllables

for Barbara

(a haiku)

if you want the adoration
you have to be someone's goddess
it's a lot of work