Poetry from a Time Forgotten for Friday, January 25, 2008

Friday, January 25, 2008

A Walk Back to the Cabin

Through a threadbare forest at pistachio sunrise, assembles of geese gather in southern slants of trembling waters. The cold has us by its fangs, but we stay snug, wrapped in coats of warm dreams, with memory mittens and our shake-the-cold scarves. Angels form in the falling snow, guardians in soft... Sign in to see full entry.

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