Sunday, October 14, 2018

GUSTS, Number 28, Fall/Winter 2018

autumn winds
invade our trees
day by day
cathedral shadows
surrender to the sun

winter sunset . . .
the ice beneath
our skates
becomes a river
of molten gold

waves lap
gently upon the shores
of my sorrow . . .
she birthed me into water,
as I now deliver her

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