You who came in the middle of winter
and lit a match to hold a flame
in your cupped hands—
only a cleared space remains
where you stood, looking out
over the frozen fields.
In response to Via Negativa: End of winter.
You who came in the middle of winter
and lit a match to hold a flame
in your cupped hands—
only a cleared space remains
where you stood, looking out
over the frozen fields.
In response to Via Negativa: End of winter.
Another “Oh!” for this one!