the nor’easter howls in the darkling sky

This is my first attempt at a Haibun. There seem to be rules and interpretations of rules.

White crystals swirling in gusty drafts: the street lamps beyond our window. Condensation from faulty insulation obeys gravity’s pull down the icy glass, pooling on the vinyl sill. Watching the snow as it drifts against the cedar fence the swaying pines shiver as the wind explodes a powdery cascade. They appear to be intoxicated, green boughs linked in support as the trunks twist and lean into the rising gale. I step back when the thump of angry squall rocks the house. I drop the drape and shiver. Goose bumps rise on my exposed flesh as I dive back under the covers: the heat is out.

warm bed cuddled her
shiver from penetration
icicle finger

The Daily Post prompt

Advertisements

a comment is welcome here

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s