How early the light
fades at winter's approach
How quiet the wind
moving through no leaves
How mystery unfolds:
bodies at the bottom of the cliff
In this cathedral the eye
of heaven opens and shuts
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
How early the light
fades at winter's approach
How quiet the wind
moving through no leaves
How mystery unfolds:
bodies at the bottom of the cliff
In this cathedral the eye
of heaven opens and shuts