2 Haiku

Bitter wind, its kiss
steals the ghost of my breath; free,
they dance with snowflakes.


Crowds at dawn push, fight,
curse. Must have! Sorry, sold out.
Happy Holidays!




These are my first-ever attempts at poetry. They were an assignment for a writing group I've joined, and I have to say, I quite enjoyed the experience (much to my surprise and delight)! I believe I might just explore poetry-writing a little further.