Close formation

Grim and menacing Sentries in stealth formation Concealed in the mists Silent and deadly Veiled shadows swallowing light Engulfing all sound Cloaked in secrecy Creeping across dark landscapes Bone chilling specters Haiku Friday is hosted by Lou at LouCeeL.

Given, not lost

Once upon a long, cold winter’s night Fierce blizzards were falling thick and white Fleecy blankets warmly inviting First love’s tender secrets exciting A gift freely given, no misnomer for a green light This weekend’s Trifextra challenge was to write 33 words around the title "Lost" without using that exact word.