Changes are the character of it:
games of providence and sustenance.
You run; I pant and die
up the hill to be nearer you.
We have come to that country of the superb
the whole year has been leading up to;
and there will never be anything so beautiful.
So let's shout at each other,
make the woodland ring.
It's not only trees who do Drama.
Oh, yes, these leaves are pinned to our eyes individually;
and the driving is scary in near-dark.
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Winter Trails
PoetryWinter Trails is an album of my poems, journeying through late fall when the wire of the trees begins to dominate, till the end of January. After promoting it and it soaring to three quarter million reads, Wattpad unceremoniously dumped it. Here it...
