I have returned to myself through street-lit
twig silhouettes, raking star crevasses,
from cloud-banked shrouds which comfort winter's bed,
a shadow-being sliding through masses
of barred shadows, unhaunted,untormented,
to find myself dark and untenented,
untidy, dissolute and badly fed -
and no one now not to put up with it.
Neither bitter nor numb, just emptiness
rebelling at the task, ill-discipline
can hardly bear to stir to fill a line
to raise the roof-tree on a new address.
Her monuments fill all my valleys now -
leave them to overwinter in the snow
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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...
