Madame (Day 1301)

The bark was oozing 

snow the color of pigeons,

drops of water falling 

one by one 

into the only book she kept.

That was the last straw.

Later, after much sobbing 

(& many kisses),

she solaced herself,

determined to be witty

as a doomed countess

in the shadow of a storm.

© 2020 by Hannah Six