Every writer is an iron-monger that melts down old junk into new steel.
– Austin O’Malley
Tag: melt
haiku 351
morning’s inch of snow
gone by afternoon –
more in the forecast
#quikfic 92
Spring came and gradually melted away the deep snow, permitting Steven to locate the corpse he had misplaced back in November.
haiku 97
respite
snow melts
around the shovel
haiku 92
cemetery
snow melts
around the gravestones