Written for:  Go Dog Go Cafe - Tuesday Writing Prompt
(posted by Devereaux and Beth)

"Write a poem about an empty house.  Use the words, 'brisk'
and 'solo'"


Solo, lost in billows
of white snow, he knows
he cannot walk much
further.  A house appears,
dear to his sight.  The door
has blown open by a brisk
wind.  Silence surrounds
him as he tentatively enters,
calling out.  No one is about.
Windows are in tact.  In fact, 
there are four place settings
at the kitchen table.  Coffee
pot is still warm.  In the cozy
living room, embers glow
in the fireplace.  Where can 
these people have gone
in this blizzard?

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