The vicious rite of winter
bites
And sinks its clammy claw
through to bone
It paralyzes me
like nothing – numbing my brain
I must leave it
or die shaking
2 – 10 – 76
Reply
Daily Archives: January 18, 2013
the end of my intentions
formed
in flutes
where candles flicker
waxy table tops and wooden chairs
silhouette in blue air
floats
our point of intersection