The clouds let in the moonlight,
The boughs let in the snow.
The last beauty I'll see tonight,
As past the fields I'll go.
The sight of it still haunts me,
The light on frosted bales.
Small diamonds in the fabric,
Of thy lonely wedding veil.
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The 2023 Poetry Anthology
PoetryAn ongoing anthology of every poem I will write in 2023. A wide range of tones and subjects will be explored, from the silly to the saddening. Join me as I document this poetical journey through 2023.
