The Falling Woman

The Falling Woman It was skybright breakfast 106 or candlenight in Portugal There was a planebird window bang or a stomach swoop of 'she's gone' There was no escape

One for the road

Damsel I’m distressed By the way you’re dressed

Perilous Pond

He approached the lily pad with utmost caution.

Frazzled Razzle Dazzle

An out of Vegas, desert bowl show-bar show-down

Winter In Iowa

This is my first attempt at haiku poetry
Cherry

Not yet a Mother

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It's not all its cracked up to be

Ours

I made a few changes on this one. Hope you enjoy!

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