So cold the sky
waves roll in, tossed over themselves by November winds that scrape surface up and over, up and over, coil under …
waves roll in, tossed over themselves by November winds that scrape surface up and over, up and over, coil under …
no sound fuller than the wind tossing leaves up and over and against our window screen as we lie here, …
I dreamt of Franko last night; we slipped together easy, sighing hard, and watched an old woman die dancing bold …
Thinking of my old home and garden, I break into a hundred thousand shards of mirror, not quite identifiable, but …
Long hours staring
at the thin crevices of light.
So much more dark to study,
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Forest floor beneath,
suspended within the green,
Towering hemlocks
surround an emerald pasture.
A small barn sits on the eastern end