Haiku Poems – Howling through Trees

Wind touches my skin, and I shiver as winter unravels my clothes.   I hear souls howling through the trees in search of fruits now out of their reach.   The decaying pelt of once succulent berries – dried and unwanted.   Frigid ice and cold crush and numb this whirling pain – a storm that

Decay

He leaps down the halls. The decay inside his brain reflects on the walls.           !!** Click Here & Subscribe to Paula Graham’s Blog **!!   Paula Graham 2016© Poem By Poet Rummager