Friday, September 12, 2014

untitled tanka sequence

lonely winter
a single star shining
through the mist
stranded in this bitter air
a silent moon

*what did I know, what did I know…
of cold, warm hands
the sun
that stayed by my side
that bitter night



citation Robert Hayden, Those Winter Sundays

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