Haiku
The weather is nice
I can see them playing nice
It’s too hot now
Rondeau
Everyone knows better now
I just see that it is golden
Formulated from my crystal
The weather will tell you some
Notoriety is opaque
Heaps and piles of it all sublime
The weather just gets sore better
Winter would not put a stamp there
I can do all that I can now
All I can do is wait it out
And hope that something comes better
Everyone knows better now
I am a published author currently in jail at Adams County, Pennsylvania. My books are about King Arthur and Arthurian legend.
