Short Verses
by Marie Bortolotto 2024

I.

waking up
to a deluge of rain
the cry of a seagull


II.

shivering
in November's wind
bare-branched trees



III.

all the leaves are gone
the traveller ponders
arrivals and departures



IV.

is anything certain?
at the end of autumn
winter comes



V.

dirty laundry
the wash cycle seems
never ending



VI.

gazing upon
the silence of the grave
three old crows



VII.

is anything certain?
even the spy thriller ends
without answers



VIII.

surprise!
the mute panhandler
unleashes his voice