Crows on the lake ice
making a racket. I’d
die of embarrassment
to be that
loud. Cloudless sky
over an early afternoon
landscape. The sun
does not warm
but blinds. Where
do you find your days
when the delight
of passion has waned?
Crows on the lake ice
making a racket. I’d
die of embarrassment
to be that
loud. Cloudless sky
over an early afternoon
landscape. The sun
does not warm
but blinds. Where
do you find your days
when the delight
of passion has waned?