
swift, the cold wind
sweeps through barren trees
ice-nipped air, drizzling sleet,
crisp, the leaves beneath our feet
~kat

swift, the cold wind
sweeps through barren trees
ice-nipped air, drizzling sleet,
crisp, the leaves beneath our feet
~kat

pricked by boughs swept
bare, hovering low, the
clouds, drizzle droplets
pitapatting on the fallen leaves
~kat
November’s Daily Poetry form is the Naani – 4 lines, 20-25 syllables in all.

secret garden song
deep beneath the gentle
cover of dying leaves
seeds sleep dreaming
of a beautiful sun that
they will never see

the growling surrounds
us…hot breath, wild eyes,
fools poisoned by lies
seeing only red

a thousand wishes fill
the night sky with light
the hope of dreamers

moon shadow misting
dreams of cool cats fiddling
and mad cows leaping
~kat

clusters of cumulus clouds bloom, raindrops to nimbus
~kat
Nerd alert…I’m wondering how many of you are kindred souls and get the full gist of this monostitch. 🧐🤨😉 if you took the time to look it up…kudos for you!