Brave scallop pilgrim,pushing down evening puddlesfed with mourning tears.
To try and honour this prompt: Haiku This! “Brave”
Heartbeats sanding out mourners’ downhearted wishesto hold you once more.
Year to be docked.Two sparks in the fireplace chisel our retinas.
Dehydrated home,like the fountain of my tears.It is Loss-mas Eve.