Monday, January 14, 2008

Because I am feeling wintery today…

And if we
find ourselves inhabited by winter,
the mind’s blank sky branching nowhere,
snow the best the cold heart can hope for,
buried under time’s fraying comforter,
hand on naked back or thigh on thigh
can send us south into the middle of July.

Ron Wallace

Posted by Bad Faery on 01/14 at 03:46 PM
Posted in: Poetry

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