Winter’s Blues
Winter’s Blues Crisping cold and militant windknock on my bedroom windowI’m shaking the night off my shoulders &wash away oppressive memories My hands are exanimate, my nails crumble,my eyes wander across the willowsMy heart’s still in the afterglow of last year’s spring Every time, when I lock my peevish eyesI’m still there and you’re still … Continue reading Winter’s Blues
