Daily Poem: Cherita 28

Last Cherita day. I wasn’t sure that I was going to get along with this form, and it turned out that I have enjoyed writing cheritas. For tomorrow I’ll see if I can find another short form that is equally rewarding.


There will be no sun today


this last day of winter (promised)

when snow may fall (threatened).*


Grey swallows sound, light,

like a sated belly, stuffing

just another handful of chips.


*Edit: How’s that for accurate? The metéo predicted snow from 10 am and at 10.12 am there are little flakes of white stuff dropping out of the sky…like crumbs…