Image via Magpie Tales i won't be leaving here with you nor will you be staying with me for any longer than you see fit that is just the way of it it is the silent refrain of my being i won't be leaving here with you but i will stay, until my time is done as your ceremonial chosen one no, this won't be my last tour though it is the first time i won't be leaving here with you shh, now, darling. this is what i do i see it in your eyes, our time's drawing to a close. please don't mind the tears they come, they go, it's true... i won't be leaving here with you Rene ~ December 8, 2012
epp...will be watching my back...smiles..
ReplyDeletesabre tooth dagger...ha, i like that. nice haiku!
ReplyDeleteThanks for animating the ice on the roof; I'll be more careful walking into those jaws now.
ReplyDeleteYou always manage to elicit a response. Sometimes it is a deep sigh. Sometimes it is a belly laugh. This time, with that last line... a guffaw! so glad you linked up, Rene!
ReplyDeleteThis is perfect! And I got just as much of a kick out of your labels:)
ReplyDeleteOh yes, those icicles are deadly weapons indeed. Your poem captures that.
ReplyDeleteWell Done..I have seen those long teeth snarling at me near my front walk! ;D Clever!
ReplyDeleteAh. I have never ever seen snow/ice. In my refrigerator and my glass only. Not natural.
ReplyDeleteSuccinct but well said!
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So beautiful but also, as you say, can be a killer.
ReplyDeleteInteresting imagery.
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