Chinook

Blowing gentle warmth
Comforting, welcome reprieve
From frosty winter

This was written for Sensational Haiku Wednesdays 

Shattered

He always kept his anger hidden – until he couldn't. Then it would explode with undeniable force. Last time his wrath fell upon the furniture, and the only injuries were to the wall, the books and a shattered heart-shaped glass box. If my own heart were made of glass, it would have shattered long ago.

This is a story told in 55 words for G-man.

Storm

Swirling, tumbling clouds.
Rain pours down as wind bellows.
Thunder booms. Lights out.


This was written for Sensational Haiku Wednesdays