Winter sun slants low, cold,
casting faint shadows across
the frosty fields,
prettifying furrows and hedges
and rusted plants around the edges.
Is it possible to backlight a hare’s ears,
making them glow pink
as it zig-zags its way home this morning?
Kim M. Russell, 16th November 2020
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: Poem Those Possibles
De is here again to host Quadrille Monday, when we write poems of exactly 44 words, including a specific word. Today it’s ‘possibilities’ in any of its many forms.
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