in hibernation

when the days are cold, and the nights colder, 

all I want is to hibernate in my home

let me slumber under thick blankets 

or lounge on the sofa under soft throws

sipping hot cocoa, away from the frigid 

snow that covers the ground

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #238 the last one for the year.  

gathering

I want to gather

the warm memories

scattered across grass

let me bind them

into photo albums

to remember these days

let us watch another 

sunset before darkness 

burst the seams

- Written for dVerse Poetics: Come Sew With Me.  I used the terms "gather" and "seams".  I also borrowed "bind" from "binding".

enough

I think I had enough of 

life’s noise and chaos 

I have zero cares to give 

to everyone’s causes

I just want to lounge in peace

dreaming of moon and stardust

I want to savor the autumn leaves 

and warm sunsets before the end

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #237:Zero

a love story

one glance was all it took 

two hearts to beat together

three nights we spent in paradise 

four months this love became gold

five years passed us by quickly

six weeks we saw the sky fall

seven hours our shouts filled rooms

eight memories were all you left me

nine love songs keep me up at night

- Written for Writer's Digest Poetic Aside November 2025 PAD Day 25 and dVerse Poetic: 1,2,3...Go! 

bombshell

she was the nerdy girl

who didn’t dress in style

he was the popular guy

who all the girls love

of course, he would coax 

her from her shell, revealing 

her beauty to all, but she was 

already a bombshell

before catching his eyes

 

- Combining two prompts for this poem:  dVerse Quadrille #236 (Word: coax) and Writer's Digest 2025 November PAD Day 17 (Trope poem - Romantic trope: different worlds)

in November

November

tumbling autumn leaves

cobalt sky

we linger

stretching out the time we have

before darkness falls

- A Shadorma poem written for Writer's Digest 2025 November PAD Chapbook Day 11

whirling

the world and life

has my head whirling

trying to find balance

in this topsy-turvy time

when your eyes cannot

decipher truth from lies

you find your hands 

grasping for something

solid and calm

I watch autumn sun wane

as we fall into darkness

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #235