Is my mother's,
Which lets me know
The humdrum drill
Has purpose,
And the snaking day
And silent night
Aspire
To
Something.
Showing posts with label Winter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Winter. Show all posts
Wednesday, 1 February 2012
11.09 in the Attic
The chill in my toes
Is my mother's,
Which lets me know
The humdrum drill
Has purpose,
And the snaking day
And silent night
Aspire
To
Something.
Is my mother's,
Which lets me know
The humdrum drill
Has purpose,
And the snaking day
And silent night
Aspire
To
Something.
Tuesday, 24 January 2012
January
The dark is cumbersome
On the Velux windows,
The Northern Lights
Spurt somewhere up north.
And I am here,
Heart thudding.
On the Velux windows,
The Northern Lights
Spurt somewhere up north.
And I am here,
Heart thudding.
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