Post it Note Poetry Days 10 -13

Getting close to midway through the month and I must admit that the hot weather (40 and 43 for tomorrow) is cramping my style.  So here are the last 4 days worth.

 

faded horizon

a boat sailing in the sky

 

 

past midnight

the moon searches through branches

for sleep

 

 

tapping morse

on the windows

a swarm of moths

herald the oncoming

storm

 

 

blistered hand

I dig with my pen instead

 

H/T to Seamus Heaney on the last one.