The snow comes down in drifts.
Don’t look back now— only find
the opening in that corridor ahead,
quavering like a bar of music.
In response to Via Negativa: Before Orpheus.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
The snow comes down in drifts.
Don’t look back now— only find
the opening in that corridor ahead,
quavering like a bar of music.
In response to Via Negativa: Before Orpheus.