In search of my roots

Just around the bend
listening to none
I traverse those depths

Mystic maiden
wears a milky gown
of winter frost

dubious saunter in
deceiving silence sends
delicate shivers

walking barefoot
I deduce a connection
with my unseen roots

Footnote

In response to  Sadje’s ‘What Do You See Prompt #125’. 

Winter Solstice

Dusk cocoons the day as
sparkling stars speckle. 
Solstice sky rains
snugly fractal kisses.

Velvet white veils 
cozy quilts on ground. 
Snowmen smile at
boisterous beasts.

Snowflakes

fancy fragile fall

blankets globe in snowy bowl

freezing cold weather

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Inspired by  Ronovan’s ‘Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt #330′ – cold and fall.