Cold wind
full of Winter’s
coarse & paling breath;
that, in slow retreat,
rattles trees’
pre-bud leafless
limbs…
Pass through
this insubstantial form
like
song.
— C.Birde, 3/21
Passage — A Poem
Cold wind
full of Winter’s
coarse & paling breath;
that, in slow retreat,
rattles trees’
pre-bud leafless
limbs…
Pass through
this insubstantial form
like
song.
— C.Birde, 3/21
4 Comments
This is a lovely piece!
Thank you kindly 🙂
Our friends came back. Apparently they like you so much they wanted to leave more footprints for you. I told them hello.
Thank you! They carry magic with them…always leave a little behind