Beaches and other warm places

Greetings!  Today's double poem post was inspired by two different photographic images: one picture, courtesy of Magpie Tales, is of an old house in the wintertime (and the poem is in the form Monchielle Stanza); the other picture, courtesy of Sis/Few Miles is of footprints left behind, at least for a while, on a beach (and is a 5/7/5 Haiku.)

walking by the surf...

wondering if starfish stroll

underneath the waves

 

Old Mister Brown

Old Mister Brown lived there –

that house with yellow eaves.

Each morning, he’d go out

to buy a quart of milk.

He’d greet me, “So, Old Trout…”

Old Mister Brown lived there –

that house with shingles green.

Each day at two, he’d go

to play chess in the park.

He’d greet me, “Yes, hello.”

Old Mr. Brown lived there –

that house with weathered stairs.

Each night as twilight fell,

he watch as I’d pass by.

He’d greet me, “Hope you’re swell.”

Old Mister Brown lived there –

that house with winter’d trees.

He does not come outside

for friends or milk or chess,

but not because he died…

…he and a lady friend moved to Florida, which is where they now reside.