Two very short poems

Two very short poems.

　

Everly

Half of the harmony is gone
One
Of the two
Glorious,
Tightly twined voices
Bye Bye love



On a Bitter Morning

Minus sixteen
And the sun is up.
Pale and weak,
She can not fight the cold.
She simply hasn't the strength.
She has used it all
To battle the long dark,
And win.